Kink Meme Part 10

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Fill: Big Brother B.A. (need a new title!!) 1c/?

[loves_books]

Once or twice, just Scooter and Murdock have come to stay, and she has had to smile to think of Hannibal and Face off somewhere, enjoying what precious time they have together, away from their chosen lives, where they have to hide the love they feel for each other. The two men are only a little more demonstrative with their love than on their first visit, when she had spent the first few days trying to figure out the exact nature of their relationship. Now, seeing Face without Hannibal, she feels sorry for the young man, knowing just how much he must be missing the colonel.

“So, what are those two teammates of yours up to, exactly?” she asks now, hoping to steer the conversation a little more towards this last mission of theirs without having to ask directly. She knows, if she does just ask, Scooter will brush it off as nothing, and Face will skilfully change the topic with those conman skills of his. “Hannibal’s off in Washington, right?”

“Yeah.” It’s Face that answers, and she watches as the handsome Ranger reaches up to run one hand through his messy curls, a barely noticeable wince passing over his face. “Hobnobbing with the top brass, or something. Should only be for a few days, then he’s gonna fly out to join us here, if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course that’s okay. Be good to see him again.” It’s been a while since she’s seen the colonel, though she’s spoken to him a few times on the phone. Both Scooter and Murdock call her regularly, while Face tends to send her little gifts like flowers or chocolates, always with a beautiful little note attached. Hannibal only calls when something has happened, like two years ago when Scooter was hospitalised in Afghanistan after being shot in the leg - his calm voice had settled her terror at hearing of the incident, and thankfully Scooter had been back on his feet very quickly. When Face doesn’t offer any further details, she turns to her son instead. “And Murdock?”

Scooter finishes his mouthful of cake this time before answering. “Crazy fool got the chance to do some test flights for some new plane.” Her boy visibly shudders at the mention of flying, though he continues, deep voice a little rougher than before. “He’s gonna be so hyped up for the next week, he’s better off with those other flyboys for a while.”

“He didn’t need a break after your last mission?” She buries the question in action, carrying her empty cup over to the kettle to make herself more tea. “Sounds like Hannibal will get some time to relax, at least, when he gets here.”

“That will be a break, for Murdock. Besides, he had it easier, last time out.” Face’s voice is quiet, and she resists the urge to go to him, wrap him up in a huge hug, knowing he still gets a little spooked. “The rest of us…” Whatever else he was about to say is lost in a huge yawn, and Scooter laughs before yawning again himself.

She can’t help but smile despite her concern, at these two young men so clearly exhausted and in need of some of her special care. There will be time enough over the next few days to find out what they’ve been through, what little they might be able to tell her at least. But for now…

“That’s enough, now, the pair of you.” She lifts Face’s empty mug from unresisting fingers, and moves quickly to pull the remnants of the cake away from Scooter before he can cut himself a fourth slice. “Go take a nap. Your beds are all made up, and I slipped a hot water bottle into yours, Face.” She knows the young man really doesn’t do well in the cold, and there is a definite chill in the air as winter approaches. “Dinner’ll be ready about seven.”