[Fic] sail on through
Title: sail on through
Characters: Wu/Orson
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1500
Summary: Wu and Orson get rather drunk.
AN: Actually I am only posting this because soysauce wanted fluff idk, man. I promise I won't only be posting this crack!OTP pairing forever. D:
"Orson?"
Wu is tingling all over, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She can feel the alcohol buzzing around through her like chi, but the rush much more alien and it makes her a little dizzy. She likes it, though, the feeling like she could float up, up, and away if only she jumped a little off the ground.
Not that she’s going to try jumping right now. She knows better than that.
“What were we talking about? Oh! Right!” It takes her a moment of concentration to remember, but then she frowns at Orson. “Of course you love Danny! Who doesn’t love their son?” And she punches Orson in the shoulder for even saying things like that, maybe a little too hard because it sets her head spinning.
"Whatever." Orson frowns as he glowers into the flask in his hand, as if it might suck him in and away from this conversation if he just wills it to enough.
It doesn’t though, and in the end he hands it to Wu without drinking his turn.
"What? Is the mighty Orson Randall no longer thirsty?" She raises her eyebrows when she notices just how light it’s gotten (did they drink it all that fast?) and tries to push it back in Orson’s hand, but he won't take it.
“Yeah, something like that. It’s the last of it, so... you have it.”
Well, when he puts it that way, how can she refuse? Wu sips carefully, tipping her head all the way back to get at the last of the liquor. She leans so far back that, she manages to tip backward with a little dizzy squeak. When Orson laughs at her, she looks up at him with a sad little moue.
"It’s all gone now, Orson."
He chuckles again as he reaches over to take the flask from her, fingers brushing over hers. "Yup, that it is. Time to go to bed, Wu."
Inspiration strikes and she raises her eyebrow. “I think not.” With that, she crawls over Orson, who yelps in protest, and starts digging around under his bed until her fingers touch glass. Triumphantly, she holds up a bottle of something that is ... most probably alcoholic.
“I win!”
Orson huffs, but she can see the edges of his frown tipping upwards into a grin, so she knows he’s just faking being mad.
"You're drunk, Wu."
Laughter bursts from her throat, rippling through the air.
"Why yes, Orson, I believe I am. Isn’t it nice?"
===
"Orson?" Wu nudges him out of his reverie with perky curiosity. "What are you staring at?"
"Mmm?" He rumbles. "Nothing. Just the ceiling."
“Oh… okay.” And Wu smiles and turns her head to look up with him. “It’s almost like the sky, isn’t it?”
“Yeah… that’s exactly it.”
And Orson looks up too, pretending that he isn’t watching her, instead, out the corner of his eye
“Do you think I’m pretty, Orson?”
Orson pauses, frowning, because even with his brain floating in a dizzying sea of liquor, he knows there's a trap in that question. He decides that the best thing he can do is change the topic in the most absurd way he can.
"Certainly prettier than Danny.”
Wu blinks at him in a somewhat disconnected way, then she gets what he’s implying and dissolves into giggles against him, whacking at him when he starts laughing too. Drunk as she is, though, she misses his arm so it comes across as a slide of fingers over his jaw and onto his chest as she falls over into his lap.
"That's mean!"
He watches her sit herself up primly and starts to chuckle harder, but then he catches himself when his brain (and other parts of his body) start catching up with his situation. "Well you know what they say, Wu." He shifts a little to put as much distance between them he can in a bed that wasn’t made for two. "I'm a mean, grumpy old man."
"Well, you do tend to growl more than you speak," she admits as she blinks. "You never bite, though. At least, not without reason.”
She pauses for just long enough that Orson starts wondering if she’s going to keep talking or if she’s lost her train of thought altogether. With all the whiskey they’ve downed, he wouldn’t be surprised if the second case were true. Before he can prompt her, though, she snaps back to attention.
"You’re gruff! Yes, that sounds right. It fits you perfectly. I like gruff." She smiles again and pats his cheek warmly. "And I like your gruff."
Suddenly, Orson realizes that he should probably stop drinking now. Wu definitely needs to stop. They’re heading into very dangerous waters now, places that neither of them should be going. As he reaches to take the bottle away from her, though, she bats his wrist away.
"Orson!" She pouts at him and Orson just can't find it in himself to counter her. "Don’t take it away! That would make you a mean old man!"
"Yes." He smirks and reaches for the bottle again. "I just told you so, didn’t I?"
Wu huffs and glares up at Orson. "Must you be like this?" She reaches over and pokes him in the forehead. "Why can't you just say 'thank you Wu' or 'oh, you are correct, Wu' or ‘you look very pretty today, Wu'? Honestly. Posing and puffing up like being nice is a bad thing. It’s quite annoying, actually."
He starts to speak, but Wu isn’t listening. She is, in fact, sitting up and puffing her chest out and trying to make her voice all deep and growly sounding even though she’s slurring every other word. It’s adorable and Orson can’t bring himself to interrupt her.
"I'm a big man! I don’t need to blow on my tea to cool it down! I don’t need your help with this huge gaping wound, it’ll just stop bleeding all on its own because I’m so tough and man-like! Don’t you dare expect me to have those feeling things, those are for weak women! I’m just going to sit here and stroke my gun. It's so manly and not at all implying that I’m making up for my shortcomings in other areas!”
"Hey!" Orson cuts her off, offended. "I’m just fine in those areas!"
A smile quirks the edges of her lips.
"Then stop trying to prove it and have fun with me."
He rolls his eyes and bops her over the head, smirking when she makes a little noise in response.
"Fine. You win.”
Cheerily, Wu takes the bottle in her hand and takes a long, slow swallow.
===
"Orson." She singsongs and pokes at his cheek, trying to get him to open his eyes. "Orson!"
"What?" Well, one eye is open. "Whaddya want?"
"Are we just going to stay here all night?"
He looks as if he's going to say yes and part of Wu hopes he will.
"Of course not you crazy woman."
“You sure? We could snuuuuuggle. I could even get naked.”
And Orson makes a face of such horrified surprise that Wu dissolves into giggles, which erupt into laughs, which then has her snorting.
"Hey, you shush up." He hisses the words. "You'll wake up Danny."
Wu can't help but laugh even harder as he reaches up to cover her mouth with his hand and it doesn't get any better when she ducks to escape it and it sets the both of them off balance. They tumble to the floor with matching yelps of surprise, limbs tangling together, and Orson's stubble rakes across Wu's tummy when her shirt pulls up and she laughs even harder.
"He’ll sleep through anything, silly!"
“With our luck, he’ll wake up and start screaming like a little girl" Orson frowns as he struggles to find his own limbs. "Some little girl that found her parents doing... I don’t know.”
He trails off because talking about certain things to Wu just didn’t feel right at any level of drunkness and he’s making an expression so disgusted that Wu can’t help but go limp and giggle herself silly. Orson is the best sort of cushion, after all, all warm and snuggly and buzzy when he talks.
"Would you quit it?" He growls like he’s annoyed, but he’s not tying to push her off anymore, so she knows that she just won this particular battle.
“Mm, let me think... no.” And she pillows her chin on her hands on his chest and smiles at him and he can’t say no to her when she looks at him like that, so he lets her stay.
"Orson?" He looks at her in surprise, she's suddenly all soft and sleepy like, and he gives a small hum of an answer. "You watch Danny sometimes."
"What?" That's the last thing he expected to come out of her mouth.
"You mutter and grump a lot, but you're always watching to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself when he’s out there. You’re like ... like a bit grumpy bear." He watches her eyes close and she leans her head on his shoulder. "Our big grumpy old bear."
“Hmm.”
And they do end up staying like that all night, because neither of them can be bothered to get up.
Characters: Wu/Orson
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1500
Summary: Wu and Orson get rather drunk.
AN: Actually I am only posting this because soysauce wanted fluff idk, man. I promise I won't only be posting this crack!OTP pairing forever. D:
"Orson?"
Wu is tingling all over, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She can feel the alcohol buzzing around through her like chi, but the rush much more alien and it makes her a little dizzy. She likes it, though, the feeling like she could float up, up, and away if only she jumped a little off the ground.
Not that she’s going to try jumping right now. She knows better than that.
“What were we talking about? Oh! Right!” It takes her a moment of concentration to remember, but then she frowns at Orson. “Of course you love Danny! Who doesn’t love their son?” And she punches Orson in the shoulder for even saying things like that, maybe a little too hard because it sets her head spinning.
"Whatever." Orson frowns as he glowers into the flask in his hand, as if it might suck him in and away from this conversation if he just wills it to enough.
It doesn’t though, and in the end he hands it to Wu without drinking his turn.
"What? Is the mighty Orson Randall no longer thirsty?" She raises her eyebrows when she notices just how light it’s gotten (did they drink it all that fast?) and tries to push it back in Orson’s hand, but he won't take it.
“Yeah, something like that. It’s the last of it, so... you have it.”
Well, when he puts it that way, how can she refuse? Wu sips carefully, tipping her head all the way back to get at the last of the liquor. She leans so far back that, she manages to tip backward with a little dizzy squeak. When Orson laughs at her, she looks up at him with a sad little moue.
"It’s all gone now, Orson."
He chuckles again as he reaches over to take the flask from her, fingers brushing over hers. "Yup, that it is. Time to go to bed, Wu."
Inspiration strikes and she raises her eyebrow. “I think not.” With that, she crawls over Orson, who yelps in protest, and starts digging around under his bed until her fingers touch glass. Triumphantly, she holds up a bottle of something that is ... most probably alcoholic.
“I win!”
Orson huffs, but she can see the edges of his frown tipping upwards into a grin, so she knows he’s just faking being mad.
"You're drunk, Wu."
Laughter bursts from her throat, rippling through the air.
"Why yes, Orson, I believe I am. Isn’t it nice?"
===
"Orson?" Wu nudges him out of his reverie with perky curiosity. "What are you staring at?"
"Mmm?" He rumbles. "Nothing. Just the ceiling."
“Oh… okay.” And Wu smiles and turns her head to look up with him. “It’s almost like the sky, isn’t it?”
“Yeah… that’s exactly it.”
And Orson looks up too, pretending that he isn’t watching her, instead, out the corner of his eye
“Do you think I’m pretty, Orson?”
Orson pauses, frowning, because even with his brain floating in a dizzying sea of liquor, he knows there's a trap in that question. He decides that the best thing he can do is change the topic in the most absurd way he can.
"Certainly prettier than Danny.”
Wu blinks at him in a somewhat disconnected way, then she gets what he’s implying and dissolves into giggles against him, whacking at him when he starts laughing too. Drunk as she is, though, she misses his arm so it comes across as a slide of fingers over his jaw and onto his chest as she falls over into his lap.
"That's mean!"
He watches her sit herself up primly and starts to chuckle harder, but then he catches himself when his brain (and other parts of his body) start catching up with his situation. "Well you know what they say, Wu." He shifts a little to put as much distance between them he can in a bed that wasn’t made for two. "I'm a mean, grumpy old man."
"Well, you do tend to growl more than you speak," she admits as she blinks. "You never bite, though. At least, not without reason.”
She pauses for just long enough that Orson starts wondering if she’s going to keep talking or if she’s lost her train of thought altogether. With all the whiskey they’ve downed, he wouldn’t be surprised if the second case were true. Before he can prompt her, though, she snaps back to attention.
"You’re gruff! Yes, that sounds right. It fits you perfectly. I like gruff." She smiles again and pats his cheek warmly. "And I like your gruff."
Suddenly, Orson realizes that he should probably stop drinking now. Wu definitely needs to stop. They’re heading into very dangerous waters now, places that neither of them should be going. As he reaches to take the bottle away from her, though, she bats his wrist away.
"Orson!" She pouts at him and Orson just can't find it in himself to counter her. "Don’t take it away! That would make you a mean old man!"
"Yes." He smirks and reaches for the bottle again. "I just told you so, didn’t I?"
Wu huffs and glares up at Orson. "Must you be like this?" She reaches over and pokes him in the forehead. "Why can't you just say 'thank you Wu' or 'oh, you are correct, Wu' or ‘you look very pretty today, Wu'? Honestly. Posing and puffing up like being nice is a bad thing. It’s quite annoying, actually."
He starts to speak, but Wu isn’t listening. She is, in fact, sitting up and puffing her chest out and trying to make her voice all deep and growly sounding even though she’s slurring every other word. It’s adorable and Orson can’t bring himself to interrupt her.
"I'm a big man! I don’t need to blow on my tea to cool it down! I don’t need your help with this huge gaping wound, it’ll just stop bleeding all on its own because I’m so tough and man-like! Don’t you dare expect me to have those feeling things, those are for weak women! I’m just going to sit here and stroke my gun. It's so manly and not at all implying that I’m making up for my shortcomings in other areas!”
"Hey!" Orson cuts her off, offended. "I’m just fine in those areas!"
A smile quirks the edges of her lips.
"Then stop trying to prove it and have fun with me."
He rolls his eyes and bops her over the head, smirking when she makes a little noise in response.
"Fine. You win.”
Cheerily, Wu takes the bottle in her hand and takes a long, slow swallow.
===
"Orson." She singsongs and pokes at his cheek, trying to get him to open his eyes. "Orson!"
"What?" Well, one eye is open. "Whaddya want?"
"Are we just going to stay here all night?"
He looks as if he's going to say yes and part of Wu hopes he will.
"Of course not you crazy woman."
“You sure? We could snuuuuuggle. I could even get naked.”
And Orson makes a face of such horrified surprise that Wu dissolves into giggles, which erupt into laughs, which then has her snorting.
"Hey, you shush up." He hisses the words. "You'll wake up Danny."
Wu can't help but laugh even harder as he reaches up to cover her mouth with his hand and it doesn't get any better when she ducks to escape it and it sets the both of them off balance. They tumble to the floor with matching yelps of surprise, limbs tangling together, and Orson's stubble rakes across Wu's tummy when her shirt pulls up and she laughs even harder.
"He’ll sleep through anything, silly!"
“With our luck, he’ll wake up and start screaming like a little girl" Orson frowns as he struggles to find his own limbs. "Some little girl that found her parents doing... I don’t know.”
He trails off because talking about certain things to Wu just didn’t feel right at any level of drunkness and he’s making an expression so disgusted that Wu can’t help but go limp and giggle herself silly. Orson is the best sort of cushion, after all, all warm and snuggly and buzzy when he talks.
"Would you quit it?" He growls like he’s annoyed, but he’s not tying to push her off anymore, so she knows that she just won this particular battle.
“Mm, let me think... no.” And she pillows her chin on her hands on his chest and smiles at him and he can’t say no to her when she looks at him like that, so he lets her stay.
"Orson?" He looks at her in surprise, she's suddenly all soft and sleepy like, and he gives a small hum of an answer. "You watch Danny sometimes."
"What?" That's the last thing he expected to come out of her mouth.
"You mutter and grump a lot, but you're always watching to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself when he’s out there. You’re like ... like a bit grumpy bear." He watches her eyes close and she leans her head on his shoulder. "Our big grumpy old bear."
“Hmm.”
And they do end up staying like that all night, because neither of them can be bothered to get up.