To be and to Last
Title: To be and to Last
Characters/Pairing: Simon/Alisha
Fandom: Misfits
Rating: N -17
Word count: 1,870
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: She sets him on the path to Superhoodie with one gift.
Note: Kinda fluffy, I guess. This bunny came to me last night and I had to write it.
Unbet'd, all mistakes mine.
Pulp squelches under foot as ink drips down the posters, soggy under their gloves and sponges. Sliding her tool under a corner she grips it and pulls. It rips and slides apart satisfyingly. Alisha flings the poster over her shoulder and then freezes.
Red eyes peer out the dark depths of an orange hoodie.
“Shit.”
Simon peers over her shoulder. “Yeah, there are these posters with him all over the place awhile back. Most of them are covered up now.”
“Who’s doing them?” Is it him? Can he draw?
“Dunno.”
“Can you draw?” It slips out as she carefully cuts the image out, not wanting to rip it. She winces. What are you saying?!
“Er, not really,” He frowns at her as she appears to go back to work unperturbed. He doesn’t see her slipping the image of superhoodie into her overalls. An hour later and a brick wall with streaks of dirty paper face them. They stand back, sighing and aching.
“So who’s coming to the pub then?” Nathan asks, his eyes flicking to Kelly and away. Simon shakes his head.
“I can’t, I promised my sister I’d go home after I finished,” Simon picks up his bucket and almost sloshes water over himself when Kelly suddenly shouts at him.
“It’s your birthday?! I heard ya, your sister’s made you a cake,” Kelly looks appalled, Nathan and Curtis bemused.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Alisha steps up to him, hands on her hips. Simon backs up from the girls, clutching the half empty bucket to his chest.
“I uh, I didn’t think it was important.”
“Of course it is, you shouldn’t hide things like that from me - us!” Kelly looks at Alisha with something like pride as she nods in agreement.
“Yeah, come on I’ll buy you a drink. Whatever you want.”
Nathan’s mouth falls open. “It was my birthday three weeks ago and all I got was a naff card from a corner shop!”
“That’s cause you’re a dick. Come on,” the girls usher Simon away, leaving Nathan behind looking hurt and trying to hide it.
*
He doesn’t stay long, just for two drinks but the appreciation is clear to see, he can’t contain it, it glows off him. She’d always taken her friends for granted, so many but none make her feel as happy as he clearly is now. She envies that; no she has that now to.
“Simon! Wait,” she catches him half way down the street, the setting sun stretching their shadows out on the empty road. She clutches a plastic bag in her hand, out of breath from running.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Here, this is for you. It’s crap but I didn’t have enough time and I - I don’t really know what you like.”
It’s true, I still don’t know him well enough. Both of them...oh shit, will I have to buy him another present?! Her mind if so focused on the peculiarities of her new relationship that she doesn’t at first see the expression on Simon’s face. He’s dumbfounded.
“I don’t understand, why - why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m your friend,” she laughs it off, rolling her eyes. “Come on, you must have had birthday presents from your friends?”
He shakes his head, looking down into the bag. “Not since I was eleven...” he pulls out the gift, unrolling it. It is a zip up orange hoodie. Alisha pulls a face but watches his face carefully.
“I know, it’s rubbish.”
“No, I love it. Th - thank you. Probably need a bit more colour in my wardrobe,” he smiles as she takes it from him, gesturing for him to put it on. She takes the toggle and zips it all the way to top before carefully pulling the hood over his head. Her hands remain framing his head, cotton barricading her touch.
“There, now you look like a proper little hoodie.”
“Great...” he stares into her eyes, breathing against her cheek. “I’ll have to get you a present to, if you want.”
“November the 25th,” she states. Her hands slide from his head to his shoulders and she feels them flexing. He doesn’t touch her, stands immobile but that would change in time. Tonight she would run her hands over his skin, work him until he comes apart under her. A hot flush spreads up her neck to her face and she lets go of him. His white face is tinged red at the cheeks and he sucks in air fast.
“I - I have to go now. Thank you Alisha,” he walks backwards, unable to take his eyes off of her and she feels a strange chill the further he gets from her. She smiles gently, nodding.
“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”
*
He sits at his desk and slides his hands over her smooth skin as she straddles his lap. Fingers entwine in his hair as she peers at the things he has hanging up on the wall. Butterflies sit suspended under glass, shiny wings spread out. They’re lifelike in death, as if they could take off at any minute. She imagines them buffeting against the glass.
“I could have gotten you something like that, as weird as it is, if you had told me.”
He smiles against her neck, his lips grazing her skin. “I’ve told you, it’s not actually my birthday. When I left my birthday was months away...I forgot about it to be honest.”
Alisha laughs, shifting on his lap to point at the digital clocks on the wall. “Clearly you didn’t make enough,” she draws her make shift dressing gown tighter around her and he pulls on the hood tassels. The orange had faded to a soft peach. She shakes her head, amazed. “I gave you this today.”
“I know. It was the first step on the path that leads here, one you set me on.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose, not really,” she lifts a hand to her head, a crease appearing between her brows. “Oh my head, fucking time travel,” his attempts at explaining the nature of time had left her feeling like her brain would melt.
He nods in sympathy. “I know, it’s all wibbly wobbly, timey whimey.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” grinning at his abashed face she suddenly sees the Simon she knows, the old Simon and she cups his face.
“There you are. How did you get like this?” There is a certain air that surrounds him now, a willpower and firmness. He doesn’t have to do anything, just stand there but the calmness just waves off him and she finds herself soaking it in. It’s captivating.
“It wasn’t overnight, I had to struggle. It all starts now and I won’t be able to do it without you.”
“Me? What do I do? I can’t jump off buildings. Can I?” He smiles a secretive Cheshire cat smile and she growls, slapping his shoulder. “Bastard! You don’t tell me anything.”
“I can’t risk changing things. Just know that you just being there helps. You believing in me was...” his breath shudders, unable to put it into words. Alisha gathers him into her arms and kisses his forehead before trailing down to his lips. She slips off his lap and he grabs the hoodie in a fist, stopping her. A puckish smiles blooms across her face as he unzips it and she lets it slip down her arms where it lands at her feet.
“Don’t get up,” she folds the hoodie into a cushion and places it under her knees as she kneels before him. He sits back and swallows, licking his lips as she pushes her hand under the elastic of his boxers.
“I told you it’s not my birthday.”
Alisha looks up as she takes him into her fist. “It doesn’t have to be,” she licks the tip with a long swipe teasingly and the draws back, “not with you.” She milks him slowly, drawing it out until he comes, shouting out her name. She likes it when this happens, when he shatters for a moment. It’s the only time he looks vulnerable.
*
They have lunch together everyday now, the dirty Themes rolling behind them. It’s one of the only times they are left alone, the others going to the fried chicken shop. She’s not eating that shit everyday.
“Let me guess, ham again?” She cracks open her drink, staring across the table at him teasingly.
“Added a bit of mayonnaise today.”
“You daredevil,” he smiles down into his lunchbox, taking a sandwich. Paper ruffles under his elbow, stapled together at the corner. She can just make out a picture of a man hanging onto a wall. “What’s that about?”
For a moment it looks like he won’t tell her, his expression guarded but then he hands the papers over. “It’s about Parkour, free running. It’s what the man in the mask does.”
Alisha hides her face behind the pages, hiding her excited grin. She makes a non committal noise. “And why are you interested in it?” She peeks over the paper, her face carefully poised when he doesn’t respond.
“Don’t laugh.”
“I won’t, what is it?”
“I - I’ve been practising,” he says it in a rush and he blushes, not able to meet her eyes. Alisha lays the pages down and stares at him with curiosity.
“What, so you’ve been doing - acrobatics? Like Circus Soleil?” She would laugh at the mental image but she’s seen him doing handstands on a rail, watched with awe at the grace of his movements.
He snorts, shaking his head. “Not really, it’s more then that. It changes you, teaches you about more then just jumping from one thing to another. It’s about courage and expression...about honesty and assistance. Helping people, completely altruistic life. I - I like the idea of that.”
Simon's face brightens as he speaks, transported with whatever fantasy is playing out in his head. But it’s no dream, she knows that. He seems embarrassed by his passion, looking away from her. Alisha gets up and stands before him.
“I think it sounds awesome. Really.”
“I’ve only been practising for awhile at the centre or in my garden. Sometimes it’s handy being invisible,” he shrugs, growing smaller. “It’s silly, just a hobby.” Alisha clicks her tongue and careful not to touch his skin takes his wrist and pulls him to his feet. “What you doing?”
“Being an encouraging force! Fuck it, no one’s here. Show me.”
His eyes grow huge and he tugs weakly at her hand. “What?”
“Jump from the wall to the table, or whatever way.”
“I’ve only been jumping over chairs! I’ll break my neck!” He manages to pull free but she takes his jumpsuit in her hands and pulls him close to her. Too close. Simon freezes immediately.
“You won’t break your neck, I know you won't. Trust me,” her gaze is steadfast and he can only see encouragement there. She’s being completely serious.
“All right. I’ll do it,” confused, touched and encouraged by her support he climbs up onto the table and bends his knees. Simon looks over at the reassuring sight of Alisha as she leans against the wall and knows that if he falls she won’t laugh. Well, not much.
“Fuck it,” Simon jumps.
Characters/Pairing: Simon/Alisha
Fandom: Misfits
Rating: N -17
Word count: 1,870
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: She sets him on the path to Superhoodie with one gift.
Note: Kinda fluffy, I guess. This bunny came to me last night and I had to write it.
Unbet'd, all mistakes mine.
Pulp squelches under foot as ink drips down the posters, soggy under their gloves and sponges. Sliding her tool under a corner she grips it and pulls. It rips and slides apart satisfyingly. Alisha flings the poster over her shoulder and then freezes.
Red eyes peer out the dark depths of an orange hoodie.
“Shit.”
Simon peers over her shoulder. “Yeah, there are these posters with him all over the place awhile back. Most of them are covered up now.”
“Who’s doing them?” Is it him? Can he draw?
“Dunno.”
“Can you draw?” It slips out as she carefully cuts the image out, not wanting to rip it. She winces. What are you saying?!
“Er, not really,” He frowns at her as she appears to go back to work unperturbed. He doesn’t see her slipping the image of superhoodie into her overalls. An hour later and a brick wall with streaks of dirty paper face them. They stand back, sighing and aching.
“So who’s coming to the pub then?” Nathan asks, his eyes flicking to Kelly and away. Simon shakes his head.
“I can’t, I promised my sister I’d go home after I finished,” Simon picks up his bucket and almost sloshes water over himself when Kelly suddenly shouts at him.
“It’s your birthday?! I heard ya, your sister’s made you a cake,” Kelly looks appalled, Nathan and Curtis bemused.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Alisha steps up to him, hands on her hips. Simon backs up from the girls, clutching the half empty bucket to his chest.
“I uh, I didn’t think it was important.”
“Of course it is, you shouldn’t hide things like that from me - us!” Kelly looks at Alisha with something like pride as she nods in agreement.
“Yeah, come on I’ll buy you a drink. Whatever you want.”
Nathan’s mouth falls open. “It was my birthday three weeks ago and all I got was a naff card from a corner shop!”
“That’s cause you’re a dick. Come on,” the girls usher Simon away, leaving Nathan behind looking hurt and trying to hide it.
*
He doesn’t stay long, just for two drinks but the appreciation is clear to see, he can’t contain it, it glows off him. She’d always taken her friends for granted, so many but none make her feel as happy as he clearly is now. She envies that; no she has that now to.
“Simon! Wait,” she catches him half way down the street, the setting sun stretching their shadows out on the empty road. She clutches a plastic bag in her hand, out of breath from running.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Here, this is for you. It’s crap but I didn’t have enough time and I - I don’t really know what you like.”
It’s true, I still don’t know him well enough. Both of them...oh shit, will I have to buy him another present?! Her mind if so focused on the peculiarities of her new relationship that she doesn’t at first see the expression on Simon’s face. He’s dumbfounded.
“I don’t understand, why - why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m your friend,” she laughs it off, rolling her eyes. “Come on, you must have had birthday presents from your friends?”
He shakes his head, looking down into the bag. “Not since I was eleven...” he pulls out the gift, unrolling it. It is a zip up orange hoodie. Alisha pulls a face but watches his face carefully.
“I know, it’s rubbish.”
“No, I love it. Th - thank you. Probably need a bit more colour in my wardrobe,” he smiles as she takes it from him, gesturing for him to put it on. She takes the toggle and zips it all the way to top before carefully pulling the hood over his head. Her hands remain framing his head, cotton barricading her touch.
“There, now you look like a proper little hoodie.”
“Great...” he stares into her eyes, breathing against her cheek. “I’ll have to get you a present to, if you want.”
“November the 25th,” she states. Her hands slide from his head to his shoulders and she feels them flexing. He doesn’t touch her, stands immobile but that would change in time. Tonight she would run her hands over his skin, work him until he comes apart under her. A hot flush spreads up her neck to her face and she lets go of him. His white face is tinged red at the cheeks and he sucks in air fast.
“I - I have to go now. Thank you Alisha,” he walks backwards, unable to take his eyes off of her and she feels a strange chill the further he gets from her. She smiles gently, nodding.
“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”
*
He sits at his desk and slides his hands over her smooth skin as she straddles his lap. Fingers entwine in his hair as she peers at the things he has hanging up on the wall. Butterflies sit suspended under glass, shiny wings spread out. They’re lifelike in death, as if they could take off at any minute. She imagines them buffeting against the glass.
“I could have gotten you something like that, as weird as it is, if you had told me.”
He smiles against her neck, his lips grazing her skin. “I’ve told you, it’s not actually my birthday. When I left my birthday was months away...I forgot about it to be honest.”
Alisha laughs, shifting on his lap to point at the digital clocks on the wall. “Clearly you didn’t make enough,” she draws her make shift dressing gown tighter around her and he pulls on the hood tassels. The orange had faded to a soft peach. She shakes her head, amazed. “I gave you this today.”
“I know. It was the first step on the path that leads here, one you set me on.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose, not really,” she lifts a hand to her head, a crease appearing between her brows. “Oh my head, fucking time travel,” his attempts at explaining the nature of time had left her feeling like her brain would melt.
He nods in sympathy. “I know, it’s all wibbly wobbly, timey whimey.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” grinning at his abashed face she suddenly sees the Simon she knows, the old Simon and she cups his face.
“There you are. How did you get like this?” There is a certain air that surrounds him now, a willpower and firmness. He doesn’t have to do anything, just stand there but the calmness just waves off him and she finds herself soaking it in. It’s captivating.
“It wasn’t overnight, I had to struggle. It all starts now and I won’t be able to do it without you.”
“Me? What do I do? I can’t jump off buildings. Can I?” He smiles a secretive Cheshire cat smile and she growls, slapping his shoulder. “Bastard! You don’t tell me anything.”
“I can’t risk changing things. Just know that you just being there helps. You believing in me was...” his breath shudders, unable to put it into words. Alisha gathers him into her arms and kisses his forehead before trailing down to his lips. She slips off his lap and he grabs the hoodie in a fist, stopping her. A puckish smiles blooms across her face as he unzips it and she lets it slip down her arms where it lands at her feet.
“Don’t get up,” she folds the hoodie into a cushion and places it under her knees as she kneels before him. He sits back and swallows, licking his lips as she pushes her hand under the elastic of his boxers.
“I told you it’s not my birthday.”
Alisha looks up as she takes him into her fist. “It doesn’t have to be,” she licks the tip with a long swipe teasingly and the draws back, “not with you.” She milks him slowly, drawing it out until he comes, shouting out her name. She likes it when this happens, when he shatters for a moment. It’s the only time he looks vulnerable.
*
They have lunch together everyday now, the dirty Themes rolling behind them. It’s one of the only times they are left alone, the others going to the fried chicken shop. She’s not eating that shit everyday.
“Let me guess, ham again?” She cracks open her drink, staring across the table at him teasingly.
“Added a bit of mayonnaise today.”
“You daredevil,” he smiles down into his lunchbox, taking a sandwich. Paper ruffles under his elbow, stapled together at the corner. She can just make out a picture of a man hanging onto a wall. “What’s that about?”
For a moment it looks like he won’t tell her, his expression guarded but then he hands the papers over. “It’s about Parkour, free running. It’s what the man in the mask does.”
Alisha hides her face behind the pages, hiding her excited grin. She makes a non committal noise. “And why are you interested in it?” She peeks over the paper, her face carefully poised when he doesn’t respond.
“Don’t laugh.”
“I won’t, what is it?”
“I - I’ve been practising,” he says it in a rush and he blushes, not able to meet her eyes. Alisha lays the pages down and stares at him with curiosity.
“What, so you’ve been doing - acrobatics? Like Circus Soleil?” She would laugh at the mental image but she’s seen him doing handstands on a rail, watched with awe at the grace of his movements.
He snorts, shaking his head. “Not really, it’s more then that. It changes you, teaches you about more then just jumping from one thing to another. It’s about courage and expression...about honesty and assistance. Helping people, completely altruistic life. I - I like the idea of that.”
Simon's face brightens as he speaks, transported with whatever fantasy is playing out in his head. But it’s no dream, she knows that. He seems embarrassed by his passion, looking away from her. Alisha gets up and stands before him.
“I think it sounds awesome. Really.”
“I’ve only been practising for awhile at the centre or in my garden. Sometimes it’s handy being invisible,” he shrugs, growing smaller. “It’s silly, just a hobby.” Alisha clicks her tongue and careful not to touch his skin takes his wrist and pulls him to his feet. “What you doing?”
“Being an encouraging force! Fuck it, no one’s here. Show me.”
His eyes grow huge and he tugs weakly at her hand. “What?”
“Jump from the wall to the table, or whatever way.”
“I’ve only been jumping over chairs! I’ll break my neck!” He manages to pull free but she takes his jumpsuit in her hands and pulls him close to her. Too close. Simon freezes immediately.
“You won’t break your neck, I know you won't. Trust me,” her gaze is steadfast and he can only see encouragement there. She’s being completely serious.
“All right. I’ll do it,” confused, touched and encouraged by her support he climbs up onto the table and bends his knees. Simon looks over at the reassuring sight of Alisha as she leans against the wall and knows that if he falls she won’t laugh. Well, not much.
“Fuck it,” Simon jumps.