[She's always thought of him as sun-warm rock, rather than metal, partly because of all the craggy lines and the angles of sturdy muscle. Partly just because he's so damn reliable. Stable and reassuring, and damn it she shouldn't need or even want reassurance...but there he is.
And she wonders if maybe she has more backup than she dared believe. If he knew--if her crew knew--what Immortan Joe was really like, what would happen?
It's too much to think about. Too big a paradigm shift. She shuts her eyes tight and focuses on the feel of his forehead, their grease paint blending together, the sound of his voice.]
Damn it, Ace. You keep saying shit like that, I might end up kissing you.
[...Wait, what? The filters between her brain and her mouth just failed catastrophically.]
((We might be headed into both shipping and canon AU/fix-it territory, if you're okay with that...))
[Oh, why did she say that? Who the hell even kisses to begin with, amongst the war boys? She knows there's plenty of trading paint between comrades in arms, but from the stories she's heard and the handful of times she's walked in on intimate moments, it's always sounded more like sparring that got messy. Not so much romantic.
But then, her experiences are few and far between. She's nothing if not reserved.
She could probably laugh off the comment, let the moment slide away, but the way his eyes meet hers bolsters her nerve.]
Well. I could. If you'd like to give it a shot. [Her green eyes bore into him, half in query, half in challenge.]
Okay, not a lot, but it feels good and when the boys win rights to the Mothers, those who aren't pregnant, the softness of the mothers often lulls them into a softer way, while they're with them.
Ace doesn't go to the mothers. Hasn't in a long time, both by choice and by dictate. He's aged out.
He tilts his head slightly, not sure what to make of this. From someone else, it would be a test, a joke, looking for weakness.]
[Technically, as an Imperator, Furiosa has rights to the mothers whenever she likes. She only goes when she has some small ailment she wants a home remedy for, rather than running the risk of seeing Organic. They're unfailingly kind to her, if reserved and wary, and while her sexual tastes--on the very rare occasion she indulges them--run to both women and men, she can't bear the thought of a liaison with one of the docile, captive women.
Most of her kisses were exchanged before she was taken from the Green Place. She thinks she remembers how, though. They've just had a conversation regarding his right to say no to her in this kind of thing, so, under the assumption he'll put on the brakes if he objects, she cups her right hand against the back of his neck and pulls him in, sealing her lips over his.
It starts as a light brush, but then her eyes close tight and she presses in with a huff of warm breath.]
[Despite their discussion, and her statement, she still manages to take him by surprised because he had been convinced he was reading something wrong, mishearing maybe after too many guns going off next to his head, loud engines purring in his ears.
But her breath is warm and her mouth sweetly moist and after a second, he tilts his head into the kiss, leaning forwards against her. He doesn't try to touch her, because as always, she's in charge. She'll let him know what she wants of him.]
[He's warm, surprisingly gentle, and his kiss tastes like chalk and engines, which shouldn't be entirely pleasant, but it's him, and familiar, and secure. As he leans back, she shifts a little, adjusting so their heights match better--she's tall for a woman, but he'll always be taller. Gradually she lets her arm curl around the back of his neck, pressing in until their chests almost touch, and there...that feels right. Close. Strong, but not aggressive.
She nips gently at his lower lip as the kiss breaks, and gives a low, breathless hum.] That...was shine.
[It should be uncomfortable, the heat between them, but it isn't. It's just right, even as it pulls beads of sweat across his brow and chest and the back of his neck where her arm rests.
[She is going to end up with his white paint all over her arm, and doesn't care. She licks her lips and gives him a small, secret smile.]
Needs to be kept quiet. [Not because of protocol. An Imperator can do whatever they want with their Second. But Joe's never completely forgotten she was his Wife once, even if she did fail out.]
[Sometimes she wonders if the way he pays less attention to his paint has done him good in the long run. Sure, the paint keeps the sun off, but can anything that was Immortan Joe's idea in the first place be healthy for a man? She thinks not, but then she's biased.]
More worried about it causing you problems. [She admits, but her gaze is drifting back down to his mouth.]
I trust you, Ace. That's not a small thing. [She rises up on her knees and slips closer, almost in his lap.] This okay?
[Furiosa never learned much chemistry; that's one of the few things Miss Giddy wasn't able to teach in detail. She's had history, though, and ancient old world history does talk about white face paint with lead in it. She hasn't made the connection yet. If she ever does, it will be yet another reason she wants Immortan Joe dead. Speaking of...]
You know I used to be a breeder. [She hates that word. It's hard to say, particularly in connection with herself.] Immortan Joe doesn't think like other men. He might...mm.
[No, he wouldn't want her back. As much as she fears that, rationally she knows a woman that's proven infertile is no good to him. But he also might not like her sharing genuine affection with anyone, and he's in a position to make life very hard for both her and Ace, should he feel like it. She runs her tongue over her teeth, then chickens out on trying to explain it, opting for a different truth:] Imperator politics. One of us gets something nice, the others all tend to want a bite. I wouldn't stop you doing whatever you want with someone else, but if one of them went for you without asking nice, I'd have to kill 'em.
[The scary thing is, she means that, sincerely and literally. But the way he's touching her is soothing again, and she leans in to butt her forehead softly against his, closing her eyes.] You're still so strong. I like that.
[She knows more than the Warboys, who have no need for history, for words, just to fight and repair and serve as cannon fodder to the great machine of Joe's empire.
Ace is quiet, as he decides what to say. Words tend to be carefully picked by him, hard won to learn and thus precious things.]
Yeah, boss. I know you were.
[He remembers it. Didn't ever really know what happened, but he was able to pick up to new, sharp featured pup with the shaved head and the barely glimpsed wife who... he didn't know what. But he's old and he listens and watches and he already knew.]
Don't much think I'm something 'nice'. And I survived the pits just fine, I can handle myself.
[He rubs her knees slowly, up the outside of her thighs and down again. He leans into her soft butting.]
[Maybe it's better the war boys don't know history, can't see Joe's empire through the perspective of the ancient world, aren't aware what a small thing it is in the grander scheme. It's no great thing they're dying for, and she knows it, but telling them so would only hurt most of them.
She knows Ace speaks only when he has something he considers worthwhile to say. It's one of the reasons she listens to him.]
I think you're something nice. At least, when you want to be. [She slings her leg over his, straddling his thighs, and curls into him.]
[He tilts his head up to look at her, quirking a smile and rubbing his hands over her legs again, up from the knees and back down again once he reaches his hips.]
I think we've been over that already. [She's got her right arm around his shoulders now and runs her nails lightly down his spine, stopping between the shoulder blades for a gentler caress.]
If I tell you to stop something, that's an order. Until then, you can do what you want and I'll tell you if I like it. [She leans in to seal her lips over his again, the kiss gentle but invasive this time.]
[His arms wrap a bit more around her instead, settling about her waist and hips. She's so different from anyone else that has been close to him, curved, but not soft, strong but small compared to most of the war boys.
Her lips are dry and chapped like all of theirs. She feels good there, their mouth warm and moist.]
[She's often thought it's unfair how no matter how tough she gets, with what determination she builds up the strength of her body, most of the war boys will always outmatch her for basic upper-body power. Men and women are just built differently. Her physical power and center of gravity is lower, hips and thighs, and she knows how to fight accordingly, but this isn't fighting. Not even friendly sparring. She shifts a little, arching her back to feel the strength of his arms around her waist, decides it feels okay.
Ace may not be a young man, but he's built stronger about the arms and chest than a lot of war boys half his age.
She rests her forehead against his when the kiss breaks, subtly breathless.] Ace. Help me get my arm off. Wouldn't want to cut you with it.
[Being cut isn't only a nuisance... it can be fatal in the wrong circumstances. He leans back when the kiss breaks, then nods, reaching to carefully undo the clasps and straps and ease her arm off.
Always careful with the arm. It was a beautiful piece of machinery, put together by Furiosa with whatever they could get her.
He holds the arm as he removes it, waiting for her to say where it should go.]
[Truly, it would be a sad thing to trade paint for the first time only for him to die of infection afterwards thanks to a cut from her metal talons. She relaxes a little, leaning back to give him access to the clasps, and then her breath catches, because she's never had anyone else deal with her prosthesis before, and it feels...far more intimate than she ever expected.
She feels a little surge of heat in her belly, which only builds as she sees how he's waiting for her say-so to go on. She smiles, slow and sweet.] You can set it on the ground. It's not that dusty in here.
[The garage floor is pretty hard-packed. It won't get grit in the joints. Once the prosthesis is set aside, she moves in again, arms around his neck, and this time she goes for his collarbones, nuzzling and breathing hot against where his scarification starts.]
You think these work? [She asks.] To keep you healthy, I mean? [Some war boys get scarification just for the look. Others use it as a totem against the lumps and night fevers. She's never asked Ace what his thoughts are on the matter before, but she very much wants him to stay healthy.]
[It's not just a machine, which is sacred enough, it's her machine. The Boss' arm. How could he treat it with anything less than total respect he has for his Imperator?
He sets it aside carefully, out of the way of any tussling that might happen. She slides in close as he puts it down and he wraps one arm around her waist again, her ribs feeling almost bare without her metal arm bracing wrapped there anymore.
He leans back on his other hand, taking a deep, slow breath through his nose.]
No. Might make you tough, surviving them. Doesn't keep the sickness at bay.
[All of her crew seems to respect, even revere her, in a way she doesn't always know how to accept. Maybe that's part of why she's been so fiercely devoted to their protection. People, especially men, have taken a great deal from her. These men give to her.
Ace's reverence is a cut above the other crew, though. It's a part of him, same as his pale eyes and the black stain on his hands, and when he shows it, it's because he gives a damn about the people he's using it for, whether he's Witnessing a dying war boy or handling her arm. She sighs against his skin and rubs her cheek against his sternum. The fuzz of her hair might tickle his skin.]
That's one true thing we know, at least. Sickness is worse than war. [Her right hand slides to his waist in an unhurried caress.] But you're still here. I'm glad.
[Ace has lived long enough to realise there is no glory in going out Chrome unless your death gives your Crew the best possible outcome. Going out Chrome just to go out Chrome... was rust. A warboy's life was not his to just throw away. It belonged to his Imperator. To the Immortan.
Maybe those should be the other way around in his head. He doesn't worry about it.]
Can't go leaving you. We finally got this thing working smooth. Chrome.
[He doesn't mean this specifically, her on his lap and heavy and sweet as aqua-cola.
He gives a small huff of laughter as her hair tickles over his skin.]
[Furiosa appreciates the sentiment, but she might beg to differ about some of that. She wouldn't claim any of her crew's lives as hers, for all that she refers to them as 'her boys' on a regular basis. There's a fine line between claiming a person as intimate friend or family and claiming them as a possession.
It may be a line she treads now and again, where her favorites are concerned, though. If feeling he belongs to her will keep Ace alive and beside her, she won't argue.
Immortan can't have him, though.]
Mmm. Couldn't do it without you. [She agrees, purring against his ribcage. That's quite possibly true. She's determined enough to carve herself a path to what she wants no matter what, but it wouldn't work the way it does without his calming influence on the boys.
She glances up at the laugh, eyes twinkling, and straightens again, going in for a few light kisses on his jaw, while tugging her own shirt loose from the corset.] You did so good with the arm, you want to help me with the rest?
((ooc: Just as an aside, I'm happy to fade to black if you like shipping but aren't comfortable with smut. But I'm also delighted to play smut, too.))
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Date: 2016-07-26 02:13 am (UTC)And she wonders if maybe she has more backup than she dared believe. If he knew--if her crew knew--what Immortan Joe was really like, what would happen?
It's too much to think about. Too big a paradigm shift. She shuts her eyes tight and focuses on the feel of his forehead, their grease paint blending together, the sound of his voice.]
Damn it, Ace. You keep saying shit like that, I might end up kissing you.
[...Wait, what? The filters between her brain and her mouth just failed catastrophically.]
((We might be headed into both shipping and canon AU/fix-it territory, if you're okay with that...))
I will sail this ship, yes
Date: 2016-07-26 03:23 am (UTC)The crew might be another matter. But Ace would listen and no matter what.... he'd keep her words secret.
He's relaxing until she speaks, because that sends his eyes flying open. He doesn't pull back, but he does look.]
... Boss?
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Date: 2016-07-27 02:43 am (UTC)But then, her experiences are few and far between. She's nothing if not reserved.
She could probably laugh off the comment, let the moment slide away, but the way his eyes meet hers bolsters her nerve.]
Well. I could. If you'd like to give it a shot. [Her green eyes bore into him, half in query, half in challenge.]
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Date: 2016-07-28 08:33 am (UTC)Okay, not a lot, but it feels good and when the boys win rights to the Mothers, those who aren't pregnant, the softness of the mothers often lulls them into a softer way, while they're with them.
Ace doesn't go to the mothers. Hasn't in a long time, both by choice and by dictate. He's aged out.
He tilts his head slightly, not sure what to make of this. From someone else, it would be a test, a joke, looking for weakness.]
... Boss?
[Because he must be misunderstanding.]
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Date: 2016-07-28 11:42 am (UTC)Most of her kisses were exchanged before she was taken from the Green Place. She thinks she remembers how, though. They've just had a conversation regarding his right to say no to her in this kind of thing, so, under the assumption he'll put on the brakes if he objects, she cups her right hand against the back of his neck and pulls him in, sealing her lips over his.
It starts as a light brush, but then her eyes close tight and she presses in with a huff of warm breath.]
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Date: 2016-07-28 01:02 pm (UTC)But her breath is warm and her mouth sweetly moist and after a second, he tilts his head into the kiss, leaning forwards against her. He doesn't try to touch her, because as always, she's in charge. She'll let him know what she wants of him.]
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Date: 2016-07-28 01:20 pm (UTC)She nips gently at his lower lip as the kiss breaks, and gives a low, breathless hum.] That...was shine.
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Date: 2016-07-28 01:45 pm (UTC)He hums softly back.]
Real chrome.
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Date: 2016-07-28 02:23 pm (UTC)Needs to be kept quiet. [Not because of protocol. An Imperator can do whatever they want with their Second. But Joe's never completely forgotten she was his Wife once, even if she did fail out.]
But I'd like to do that again. [And then some.]
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Date: 2016-07-30 08:53 am (UTC)Whatever you say, Boss. We don't gotta do anything, if it'd cause you problems.
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Date: 2016-07-30 04:39 pm (UTC)More worried about it causing you problems. [She admits, but her gaze is drifting back down to his mouth.]
I trust you, Ace. That's not a small thing. [She rises up on her knees and slips closer, almost in his lap.] This okay?
Sorry, life happened
Date: 2016-08-03 11:21 am (UTC)Ace has never thought about it. Probably never will unless Furiosa prompts it.]
Why would it cause me problems?
[His hands move automatically to stabilise her on his knees, looking up at her as it makes her a bit taller than usual.]
Shine, boss.
never a problem! Life does that.
Date: 2016-08-03 01:15 pm (UTC)Speaking of...]
You know I used to be a breeder. [She hates that word. It's hard to say, particularly in connection with herself.] Immortan Joe doesn't think like other men. He might...mm.
[No, he wouldn't want her back. As much as she fears that, rationally she knows a woman that's proven infertile is no good to him. But he also might not like her sharing genuine affection with anyone, and he's in a position to make life very hard for both her and Ace, should he feel like it. She runs her tongue over her teeth, then chickens out on trying to explain it, opting for a different truth:] Imperator politics. One of us gets something nice, the others all tend to want a bite. I wouldn't stop you doing whatever you want with someone else, but if one of them went for you without asking nice, I'd have to kill 'em.
[The scary thing is, she means that, sincerely and literally. But the way he's touching her is soothing again, and she leans in to butt her forehead softly against his, closing her eyes.] You're still so strong. I like that.
And then notifs DIED
Date: 2016-08-06 01:31 am (UTC)Ace is quiet, as he decides what to say. Words tend to be carefully picked by him, hard won to learn and thus precious things.]
Yeah, boss. I know you were.
[He remembers it. Didn't ever really know what happened, but he was able to pick up to new, sharp featured pup with the shaved head and the barely glimpsed wife who... he didn't know what. But he's old and he listens and watches and he already knew.]
Don't much think I'm something 'nice'. And I survived the pits just fine, I can handle myself.
[He rubs her knees slowly, up the outside of her thighs and down again. He leans into her soft butting.]
Just lucky, me.
ugh, I know, mine too
Date: 2016-08-07 03:24 am (UTC)She knows Ace speaks only when he has something he considers worthwhile to say. It's one of the reasons she listens to him.]
I think you're something nice. At least, when you want to be. [She slings her leg over his, straddling his thighs, and curls into him.]
You're my Ace. Do that again...
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Date: 2016-08-07 04:13 am (UTC)[He tilts his head up to look at her, quirking a smile and rubbing his hands over her legs again, up from the knees and back down again once he reaches his hips.]
That an order?
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Date: 2016-08-07 05:15 pm (UTC)If I tell you to stop something, that's an order. Until then, you can do what you want and I'll tell you if I like it. [She leans in to seal her lips over his again, the kiss gentle but invasive this time.]
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Date: 2016-08-22 02:34 am (UTC)Her lips are dry and chapped like all of theirs. She feels good there, their mouth warm and moist.]
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Date: 2016-08-28 05:35 pm (UTC)Ace may not be a young man, but he's built stronger about the arms and chest than a lot of war boys half his age.
She rests her forehead against his when the kiss breaks, subtly breathless.] Ace. Help me get my arm off. Wouldn't want to cut you with it.
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Date: 2016-09-03 08:36 am (UTC)Always careful with the arm. It was a beautiful piece of machinery, put together by Furiosa with whatever they could get her.
He holds the arm as he removes it, waiting for her to say where it should go.]
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Date: 2016-09-05 07:25 pm (UTC)She feels a little surge of heat in her belly, which only builds as she sees how he's waiting for her say-so to go on. She smiles, slow and sweet.] You can set it on the ground. It's not that dusty in here.
[The garage floor is pretty hard-packed. It won't get grit in the joints. Once the prosthesis is set aside, she moves in again, arms around his neck, and this time she goes for his collarbones, nuzzling and breathing hot against where his scarification starts.]
You think these work? [She asks.] To keep you healthy, I mean? [Some war boys get scarification just for the look. Others use it as a totem against the lumps and night fevers. She's never asked Ace what his thoughts are on the matter before, but she very much wants him to stay healthy.]
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Date: 2016-09-06 10:11 am (UTC)He sets it aside carefully, out of the way of any tussling that might happen. She slides in close as he puts it down and he wraps one arm around her waist again, her ribs feeling almost bare without her metal arm bracing wrapped there anymore.
He leans back on his other hand, taking a deep, slow breath through his nose.]
No. Might make you tough, surviving them. Doesn't keep the sickness at bay.
[He knows. He's seen enough deaths.]
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Date: 2016-09-08 02:03 am (UTC)Ace's reverence is a cut above the other crew, though. It's a part of him, same as his pale eyes and the black stain on his hands, and when he shows it, it's because he gives a damn about the people he's using it for, whether he's Witnessing a dying war boy or handling her arm. She sighs against his skin and rubs her cheek against his sternum. The fuzz of her hair might tickle his skin.]
That's one true thing we know, at least. Sickness is worse than war. [Her right hand slides to his waist in an unhurried caress.] But you're still here. I'm glad.
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Date: 2016-09-08 01:33 pm (UTC)Maybe those should be the other way around in his head. He doesn't worry about it.]
Can't go leaving you. We finally got this thing working smooth. Chrome.
[He doesn't mean this specifically, her on his lap and heavy and sweet as aqua-cola.
He gives a small huff of laughter as her hair tickles over his skin.]
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Date: 2016-09-10 02:12 am (UTC)It may be a line she treads now and again, where her favorites are concerned, though. If feeling he belongs to her will keep Ace alive and beside her, she won't argue.
Immortan can't have him, though.]
Mmm. Couldn't do it without you. [She agrees, purring against his ribcage. That's quite possibly true. She's determined enough to carve herself a path to what she wants no matter what, but it wouldn't work the way it does without his calming influence on the boys.
She glances up at the laugh, eyes twinkling, and straightens again, going in for a few light kisses on his jaw, while tugging her own shirt loose from the corset.] You did so good with the arm, you want to help me with the rest?
((ooc: Just as an aside, I'm happy to fade to black if you like shipping but aren't comfortable with smut. But I'm also delighted to play smut, too.))
((sorry, I caught the plague for a while))
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