SC, Chp2
Title: Structured Complexity, 2/?
Author: rache14
Characters/Pairing: Megan/Larry, some Charlie/Amita
Summary: Charlie ponders Larry's behavior. Larry reconnects with someone.
Megan awoke to what she would argue was the best feeling in the world - wrapped in the arms of one Larry Fleinhardt. She rolled herself over so that she now rested atop him. She reached up a hand to caress his face, then placed a sweet kiss to his lips. His eyes opened slowly and a smile spread across both their faces.
"Good morning," she greeted, her soft breath hitting his face.
In much the same way that she had done to him, he raised his hand to her face to give a light caress, then tucked a strand of the hair that was tickling his face behind her ear. He was pleased to notice that she had grown it out again. He'd always loved the long locks.
"Morning," was his response, before returning her earlier kiss.
She pulled herself off the couch - and therefore, Larry - offering a hand to him in the process. He gratefully accepted and allowed her to help him up.
"Well, Professor, I suppose you should clean up before heading to class," she said.
"Oh, oh, yes, of course." He glanced at his watch.
"You've got plenty of time. Go ahead and use the tub," she smirked, knowing he couldn't resist.
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After his class, Larry returned to his office. He was soon no longer alone as he noticed Charlie arrive with Amita.
"Ah, Charles, Amita," he spoke.
"Hey, Larry," they chorused.
Before Larry had the chance to utter another word, Charlie began again, almost hesitantly.
"Say, Larry..."
"Hmm... Yes, Charles," the Physicist asked, looking up.
His protege continued, "Well, it's just... Amita and I were wondering - "
"Mostly Charlie," Amita cut in.
"...wondering if there was something going on - you know, with you."
Larry put on a slightly puzzled expression. "I'm afraid I don't know at all what you mean."
"Charlie seems to think you've been a little, absent, lately. I told him he's probably just reading too much into it."
The older professor gave a sort of scoff. "Well, I can assure you that I am most certainly present here." He made a slight gesture with his hands.
"Yes, but - " Charlie's cell phone rang before he could manage another word. He let go of an exasperated sigh, but answered anyway, knowing exactly who it was. "Hey, Don. What's up?"
Larry also released a sigh, though internally. Charlie was now ending the conversation with his brother.
"Well, I've got to go. Don needs me."
"Oh, I should be heading to class." Amita said, turning her gaze to the clock on the wall.
They bid Larry farewell and then left the office.
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As the pair headed down the hallway, Charlie asked, "Do you see what I mean now?"
"I suppose he did seem a bit odd - for Larry, anyway," his girlfriend admitted.
"I just can't fathom what he could be keeping from us. We're his best friends. What reason could he possibly have to hide something?"
"I'm sure he'll tell us when he's ready. I do have my suspicions, though."
They stopped walking, having arrived at Amita's class. "No, Charlie. He obviously doesn't want us in his business," she added, at Charlie's pleading look.
She gave him a kiss and a peppy goodbye as she entered the room, leaving him slightly annoyed before he left to see his brother.
Author: rache14
Characters/Pairing: Megan/Larry, some Charlie/Amita
Summary: Charlie ponders Larry's behavior. Larry reconnects with someone.
Megan awoke to what she would argue was the best feeling in the world - wrapped in the arms of one Larry Fleinhardt. She rolled herself over so that she now rested atop him. She reached up a hand to caress his face, then placed a sweet kiss to his lips. His eyes opened slowly and a smile spread across both their faces.
"Good morning," she greeted, her soft breath hitting his face.
In much the same way that she had done to him, he raised his hand to her face to give a light caress, then tucked a strand of the hair that was tickling his face behind her ear. He was pleased to notice that she had grown it out again. He'd always loved the long locks.
"Morning," was his response, before returning her earlier kiss.
She pulled herself off the couch - and therefore, Larry - offering a hand to him in the process. He gratefully accepted and allowed her to help him up.
"Well, Professor, I suppose you should clean up before heading to class," she said.
"Oh, oh, yes, of course." He glanced at his watch.
"You've got plenty of time. Go ahead and use the tub," she smirked, knowing he couldn't resist.
**************
After his class, Larry returned to his office. He was soon no longer alone as he noticed Charlie arrive with Amita.
"Ah, Charles, Amita," he spoke.
"Hey, Larry," they chorused.
Before Larry had the chance to utter another word, Charlie began again, almost hesitantly.
"Say, Larry..."
"Hmm... Yes, Charles," the Physicist asked, looking up.
His protege continued, "Well, it's just... Amita and I were wondering - "
"Mostly Charlie," Amita cut in.
"...wondering if there was something going on - you know, with you."
Larry put on a slightly puzzled expression. "I'm afraid I don't know at all what you mean."
"Charlie seems to think you've been a little, absent, lately. I told him he's probably just reading too much into it."
The older professor gave a sort of scoff. "Well, I can assure you that I am most certainly present here." He made a slight gesture with his hands.
"Yes, but - " Charlie's cell phone rang before he could manage another word. He let go of an exasperated sigh, but answered anyway, knowing exactly who it was. "Hey, Don. What's up?"
Larry also released a sigh, though internally. Charlie was now ending the conversation with his brother.
"Well, I've got to go. Don needs me."
"Oh, I should be heading to class." Amita said, turning her gaze to the clock on the wall.
They bid Larry farewell and then left the office.
**************
As the pair headed down the hallway, Charlie asked, "Do you see what I mean now?"
"I suppose he did seem a bit odd - for Larry, anyway," his girlfriend admitted.
"I just can't fathom what he could be keeping from us. We're his best friends. What reason could he possibly have to hide something?"
"I'm sure he'll tell us when he's ready. I do have my suspicions, though."
They stopped walking, having arrived at Amita's class. "No, Charlie. He obviously doesn't want us in his business," she added, at Charlie's pleading look.
She gave him a kiss and a peppy goodbye as she entered the room, leaving him slightly annoyed before he left to see his brother.