Slamming Doors
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Alice and Gene Hayes
Warnings: Mentions of sex, incest
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Gene's having second thoughts.
Alice jumps when she hears the door slam. It’s never really fearful, but never really not, either.
She knows what it means every time.
Every time, Gene comes down the hall, finds her in the kitchen, watches her for a few moments, then pulls the curtains on the window over the sink to. Then it’s angry and fierce and hard.
So when the door slams today, she jumps and waits. But he stands in the kitchen door, just watching.
So she turns around, afraid something’s really wrong today.
"Hey," she says, smiling warmly.
"Hey, yourself."
He’s obviously hard and obviously trying to hold it back. She’s not sure why. He never has before.
She turns to check on the pot on the stove. It’s almost boiling over. She gasps and picks up the pot, reaching with the other hand to turn down the heat.
"Dammit!" The spaghetti is now stuck to the bottom of the pan and there’s not a whole lot she can do about it. "Dammit! Dammit all to hell!"
His hands come to rest on her waistline. She turns her head and gives him a confused look.
"How hungry are you?" he asks.
"Pretty damn hungry. It’s almost six-thirty." She sighs and drops the pan in the sink, filling it with water and a shot of Dawn. "So much for that, though."
Gene grabs her hand and pulls her out to the car. He hasn’t even changed out of the clothes he wore to work, but he doesn’t seem to care. She’s not sure what he’s got up his sleeve, but it’s not like they have any other plans tonight. She gets the feeling she’s forgetting something important, though.
He’s touching her mind. She contemplates throwing shields up and lets him know. He assures her she’ll have all her memories and intentions, and she drops what few she has up already.
Their minds mesh together and she rests her head on his shoulder as they speed off down the freeway.
It’s easy to lose herself in him. She sifts through and finds his arousal centers, touching on them, pressing on them, channeling his need for her and reciprocating. It’s not a hard thing to do. She’s done it many times before.
She lets her hand slide onto his thigh, moving up and down, and coming to rest just below his manhood. He nudges her mind, almost cautiously.
Let’s just skip food, she suggests.
I’m not going to make you skip food, he replies.
He pulls into the parking lot of the nearest In-N-Out Burger and looks to her for approval. She grins at him. They sit in the car for a few moments longer.
His thoughts are swirling. She moves hers to match.
God, I need you want you let’s go home and stay in bed for a couple of days anything you want can’t stand this, please let’s hurry and go home and get food so we can go home
She opens the car door and grounds herself as her feet hit the asphalt. He does the same and hits the locks. He offers her a hand. She takes it. Their minds inadvertently reconnect and they almost fall over.
"Sorry," he mumbles.
"Not your fault," she replies.
He sends her to find a table. It’s a little crowded, so it’s almost a challenge. A young couple lingering over their drinks suddenly gets the idea that they need to go somewhere and make out. Alice reminds them that this is their own idea, and they should be safe. Then she chides herself for being so much like her mother.
Gene finds her with ease. He sets their tray down in front of her and sits next to her.
She’s well into her food before she remembers how odd his actions have been.
Did something happen today? she asks.
He shoots her a startled glance. No. Of course not.
Don’t try to hide from me, Gene. I’m in your head.
He sighs. The neighbors are so depressing. They take one look at us and make assumptions.
She doesn’t point out that most of the assumptions are true.
And anyway, I saw a girl today who’d gotten knocked up by her brother and I got to thinking, he continued. Maybe this isn’t right.
This is hardly the time to start thinking that, Alice says. We’ve been married for two years. We ‘dated’ for two years prior. The time to start thinking like this was four years ago.
Gene touches her hand. She lets him engulf hers in it and munches on the remainder of her fries.
I love you, you know that. It’s just… She was so upset. And you should have seen the brother. He was beside himself. They’d come in a panic when she missed her period. I just didn’t know what to say to them. It’s not like I can say, ‘Hey, don’t worry about it. After all, I married my sister, and we turned out arguably all right!’
Alice giggles a little. We did turn out arguably all right. And I’m sure they’ll work through it. She paused. Granted, working through it will probably involve a flight of stairs. Oddly enough, this, too, amuses her. The idea that she’s maybe a little sick in the head hits her, and she glances his way.
She finishes her fries and he picks up the tray to dispose of it. She waits for him to get back before standing up and walking with him to the car.
Don’t worry about it, she repeats. Now, let’s go home and make time.
He starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. She kisses the side of his head and runs her hand up the inside of his thigh again, reaching for his mind to slide into it again.
She asks. He responds. She suggests...
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Alice and Gene Hayes
Warnings: Mentions of sex, incest
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Gene's having second thoughts.
Alice jumps when she hears the door slam. It’s never really fearful, but never really not, either.
She knows what it means every time.
Every time, Gene comes down the hall, finds her in the kitchen, watches her for a few moments, then pulls the curtains on the window over the sink to. Then it’s angry and fierce and hard.
So when the door slams today, she jumps and waits. But he stands in the kitchen door, just watching.
So she turns around, afraid something’s really wrong today.
"Hey," she says, smiling warmly.
"Hey, yourself."
He’s obviously hard and obviously trying to hold it back. She’s not sure why. He never has before.
She turns to check on the pot on the stove. It’s almost boiling over. She gasps and picks up the pot, reaching with the other hand to turn down the heat.
"Dammit!" The spaghetti is now stuck to the bottom of the pan and there’s not a whole lot she can do about it. "Dammit! Dammit all to hell!"
His hands come to rest on her waistline. She turns her head and gives him a confused look.
"How hungry are you?" he asks.
"Pretty damn hungry. It’s almost six-thirty." She sighs and drops the pan in the sink, filling it with water and a shot of Dawn. "So much for that, though."
Gene grabs her hand and pulls her out to the car. He hasn’t even changed out of the clothes he wore to work, but he doesn’t seem to care. She’s not sure what he’s got up his sleeve, but it’s not like they have any other plans tonight. She gets the feeling she’s forgetting something important, though.
He’s touching her mind. She contemplates throwing shields up and lets him know. He assures her she’ll have all her memories and intentions, and she drops what few she has up already.
Their minds mesh together and she rests her head on his shoulder as they speed off down the freeway.
It’s easy to lose herself in him. She sifts through and finds his arousal centers, touching on them, pressing on them, channeling his need for her and reciprocating. It’s not a hard thing to do. She’s done it many times before.
She lets her hand slide onto his thigh, moving up and down, and coming to rest just below his manhood. He nudges her mind, almost cautiously.
Let’s just skip food, she suggests.
I’m not going to make you skip food, he replies.
He pulls into the parking lot of the nearest In-N-Out Burger and looks to her for approval. She grins at him. They sit in the car for a few moments longer.
His thoughts are swirling. She moves hers to match.
God, I need you want you let’s go home and stay in bed for a couple of days anything you want can’t stand this, please let’s hurry and go home and get food so we can go home
She opens the car door and grounds herself as her feet hit the asphalt. He does the same and hits the locks. He offers her a hand. She takes it. Their minds inadvertently reconnect and they almost fall over.
"Sorry," he mumbles.
"Not your fault," she replies.
He sends her to find a table. It’s a little crowded, so it’s almost a challenge. A young couple lingering over their drinks suddenly gets the idea that they need to go somewhere and make out. Alice reminds them that this is their own idea, and they should be safe. Then she chides herself for being so much like her mother.
Gene finds her with ease. He sets their tray down in front of her and sits next to her.
She’s well into her food before she remembers how odd his actions have been.
Did something happen today? she asks.
He shoots her a startled glance. No. Of course not.
Don’t try to hide from me, Gene. I’m in your head.
He sighs. The neighbors are so depressing. They take one look at us and make assumptions.
She doesn’t point out that most of the assumptions are true.
And anyway, I saw a girl today who’d gotten knocked up by her brother and I got to thinking, he continued. Maybe this isn’t right.
This is hardly the time to start thinking that, Alice says. We’ve been married for two years. We ‘dated’ for two years prior. The time to start thinking like this was four years ago.
Gene touches her hand. She lets him engulf hers in it and munches on the remainder of her fries.
I love you, you know that. It’s just… She was so upset. And you should have seen the brother. He was beside himself. They’d come in a panic when she missed her period. I just didn’t know what to say to them. It’s not like I can say, ‘Hey, don’t worry about it. After all, I married my sister, and we turned out arguably all right!’
Alice giggles a little. We did turn out arguably all right. And I’m sure they’ll work through it. She paused. Granted, working through it will probably involve a flight of stairs. Oddly enough, this, too, amuses her. The idea that she’s maybe a little sick in the head hits her, and she glances his way.
She finishes her fries and he picks up the tray to dispose of it. She waits for him to get back before standing up and walking with him to the car.
Don’t worry about it, she repeats. Now, let’s go home and make time.
He starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. She kisses the side of his head and runs her hand up the inside of his thigh again, reaching for his mind to slide into it again.
She asks. He responds. She suggests...