Shopping & Chat Chitting [CLOSED] Backdated Aug 13th

[redcinemareel]

Characters: Grell & Ace, then Grell & Thatch
Location: A clothes shop out in town, then Thatch's office.
Rating: PG13 just to be safe. Other warnings will be inside.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: The captain can't do everything and be everywhere all the time. Backdated to before the virus was sent out.

Two separate threads within!

Comments

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace was already plotting his revenge against Grell, but at the moment he wasn't complaining, he was standing there with Thatch's warm body beside his. It was comforting, if nothing else.

"Company?" Ace said with a soft voice. "I'm still expecting to wake up back in that damn cell alone and cold. Everyone else is busy and I didn't want to impose...besides I've missed you so damn much." He turned, hugging Thatch tightly.

[thatched]

Was that really the full answer? Thatch couldn't be sure. It was like he didn't know how to read him anymore. On the other hand, he'd always been kind of a wild card, impossible to predict completely.

"You're welcome any time, Acelet. I've missed you, too." And he held him close. Because he had. Even if he didn't know with him right now or how to feel or be. Everything was happening so damn fast. "Anything in particular you want to do?" As long as it wasn't that, Thatch would be happy to oblige him.

[mera_mera_ace]

"I know you said I could stay whenever. But I got a dorm room assignment today, so if you would rather I didn't I can always go back there." He said softly into Thatch's shoulder. He rested his head against the older man and yawned widely. Honestly, Ace had no idea what he wanted either. Home, company, food, sex....he had no idea. He wanted all of those things and none of them. So he would settle for being alone with Thatch. Marco had Grell, and he wasn't sure what Namur was doing...but the fishman wasn't a cuddler so it defeated the purpose anyway.

"I know you're probably not tired yet...but is it alright if I go to bed?"

[thatched]

"I already said yes, dumbass," Thatch said, but fondly as he kissed Ace's temple. This was harder than he remembered it being. But things were different now. Adjustment was necessary. Maybe even after things calmed down a bit--well--who knew but for now, he kissed Ace's temple again and ran a hand over the back of his hair.

"Go on. Let me clean up and I'll join you in a second. And Ace..." he chucked the younger man's chin gently. "Try not to worry so much. It'll get better day by day."

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace giggled and hugged Thatch tightly before nodding at his encouraging words. Things would get better, he wasn't one to run from a challenge. He moved into the bedroom, crawling into the bed and pressing close to the wall. He buried himself in the sheets and blankets and slowly let sleep claim him. He was safe here and he knew Thatch would be along soon.

[thatched]

Thatch came to join Ace shortly, bringing his laptop so he could work but putting it on dim so that it wouldn't disturb him. He didn't think it would. Ace could sleep through a hurricane. But they didn't have anything like this back home so who knew?

He absently graded papers with one hand, rubbing his eyes at some students' excuses for spelling and one paper where every answer was about three paragraphs too long. He was going to start docking points for that. As he worked he dropped a hand to Ace's side and idly began playing with his hair.

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace was curled around Thatch's pillow sound asleep. He was breathing deeply, lost in dreams of happier times as Thatch settled down and continued working. Ace leaned into the others touch even though he never woke. It was pretty damn adorable and it would hopefully be morning before the young freckled pirate awoke.