Fic: Complex (63/365, Multi Pairing, PG-13)
Title: Complex
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita & Alex in this part
Prompt: #163 - Band-Aid ;; My Table
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
Notes: See previous parts, by checking this tag for past notes.
At approximately 11:45 p.m. on Tuesday night, Amy found herself seated on the bathroom counter in Alex, A.J and Josh’s apartment; Alex standing in front of her and holding an ice pack covered with a washcloth over his right eye. A small stack of unopened antiseptic wipes and Band-Aids were beside the redhead, Alex’s left hand currently being held under a steady stream of cold water.
“I still think you should go to the hospital.”
“I didn’t break anything, trust me, I’m fine.”
Amy arched an eyebrow, removing the ice pack briefly from his eye, “oh really? You can barely see out of your eye right now.”
Alex shrugged, placing the ice pack back, “I’ll be fine when the swelling goes down.”
Amy sighed, mostly in annoyance, ripping open one of the antiseptic packets and unfolding the wipe to dab at his knuckles.
“Ow!”
“Suck it up,” she quipped, resuming the cleaning, “and maybe stop punching brick walls, hmm?”
“I wouldn’t have punched the wall if that little creep hadn’t moved,” Alex reminded her, albeit unnecessarily since she had been there to witness it. “He wouldn’t have hit me in the first place if he hadn’t thrown his stupid drink in my face.”
Amy nodded, carefully cleaning the brunette’s hand, “yeah well, he never played fair anyway.”
Alex half scowled, “no shit. Probably knows that he couldn’t beat me fairly so he has to cheat.”
She set aside the last of the antiseptic wipes, opening one of the Band-Aids, “well, if you wanted to you could press charges. There were plenty of witnesses.”
He shook his head, “nah. I’ll settle this my way.”
Amy rolled her eyes, securing the first Band-Aid before opening another and repeating the process. “And if I made that part of the stipulation from beating you at surfing?”
Alex scoffed, “no way Ames. You already set those terms.”
“I don’t know why you couldn’t just ignore him anyway.”
“You didn’t hear what he said.” A beat passed, Alex holding the ice pack with his newly bandaged hand, “and no, I’m not going to repeat it, either.”
Amy turned the faucet back on, “I wasn’t going to ask you to because if I knew, I’d be likely to seek him out and kick his ass myself.”
Alex half shrugged, “at least let me do what I need to do, please?”
Glancing up, she was slightly surprised by the seriousness in his eye, Amy leaning forwards to kiss his cheek. “Okay.”
He half smirked at her, “if I told you that my lip was hurting…”
“Don’t press your luck, Alex,” Amy said, smiling sweetly while she dabbed none too gently at his hand, causing the brunette to wince almost comically.
“I am walking wounded and this is how you treat me? Making a mockery of my pain?”
“I could have just left you there or you could be doing this yourself,” Amy reminded him, quickly bandaging the few wounds on his right hand. “Done,” she announced gathering the used wipes and empty packets together, scooting over a little to toss them into the trash can. “Let me see your eye.”
Alex lowered the ice pack, “I’m fine…. Swelling has almost completely gone down, see? He punches like a sissy girl; I had nothing to worry about.” And at the look on her face, he quickly amended, “not that all girls are sissies.”
“At least your nose stopped bleeding.”
“And if he hadn’t been such a coward in the first place, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”
Amy couldn’t argue that, sliding off the counter and decreasing the already miniscule space between them. “I should probably get back to my apartment.”
Alex set the ice pack on the counter, “you could stay here, for the night I mean. We can watch Night of the Living Dead?” And then he had the nerve to pout.
“Fine, fine…” Reaching behind her, she grabbed the ice pack, “I’ll just go put this back in the freezer.”
She made to leave when she was stopped, Alex gently grabbing hold of her wrist, closing the distance and claiming her mouth with his. “Thank you,” he whispered against her lips, just deepening the kiss when there was a loud cough from the doorway.
“Didn’t realize that you treated a black eye with CPR,” Josh quipped, glancing between the two. “And I see that you’re no worse for the wear, Alex.”
Amy let out a short huff, sliding past Josh to exit the bathroom, Alex glaring as best he could at his roommate.
“Has anyone told you that you have shitty timing?”
Josh only shrugged, ducking easily when Alex took a half-hearted swing at him.
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita & Alex in this part
Prompt: #163 - Band-Aid ;; My Table
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
Notes: See previous parts, by checking this tag for past notes.
At approximately 11:45 p.m. on Tuesday night, Amy found herself seated on the bathroom counter in Alex, A.J and Josh’s apartment; Alex standing in front of her and holding an ice pack covered with a washcloth over his right eye. A small stack of unopened antiseptic wipes and Band-Aids were beside the redhead, Alex’s left hand currently being held under a steady stream of cold water.
“I still think you should go to the hospital.”
“I didn’t break anything, trust me, I’m fine.”
Amy arched an eyebrow, removing the ice pack briefly from his eye, “oh really? You can barely see out of your eye right now.”
Alex shrugged, placing the ice pack back, “I’ll be fine when the swelling goes down.”
Amy sighed, mostly in annoyance, ripping open one of the antiseptic packets and unfolding the wipe to dab at his knuckles.
“Ow!”
“Suck it up,” she quipped, resuming the cleaning, “and maybe stop punching brick walls, hmm?”
“I wouldn’t have punched the wall if that little creep hadn’t moved,” Alex reminded her, albeit unnecessarily since she had been there to witness it. “He wouldn’t have hit me in the first place if he hadn’t thrown his stupid drink in my face.”
Amy nodded, carefully cleaning the brunette’s hand, “yeah well, he never played fair anyway.”
Alex half scowled, “no shit. Probably knows that he couldn’t beat me fairly so he has to cheat.”
She set aside the last of the antiseptic wipes, opening one of the Band-Aids, “well, if you wanted to you could press charges. There were plenty of witnesses.”
He shook his head, “nah. I’ll settle this my way.”
Amy rolled her eyes, securing the first Band-Aid before opening another and repeating the process. “And if I made that part of the stipulation from beating you at surfing?”
Alex scoffed, “no way Ames. You already set those terms.”
“I don’t know why you couldn’t just ignore him anyway.”
“You didn’t hear what he said.” A beat passed, Alex holding the ice pack with his newly bandaged hand, “and no, I’m not going to repeat it, either.”
Amy turned the faucet back on, “I wasn’t going to ask you to because if I knew, I’d be likely to seek him out and kick his ass myself.”
Alex half shrugged, “at least let me do what I need to do, please?”
Glancing up, she was slightly surprised by the seriousness in his eye, Amy leaning forwards to kiss his cheek. “Okay.”
He half smirked at her, “if I told you that my lip was hurting…”
“Don’t press your luck, Alex,” Amy said, smiling sweetly while she dabbed none too gently at his hand, causing the brunette to wince almost comically.
“I am walking wounded and this is how you treat me? Making a mockery of my pain?”
“I could have just left you there or you could be doing this yourself,” Amy reminded him, quickly bandaging the few wounds on his right hand. “Done,” she announced gathering the used wipes and empty packets together, scooting over a little to toss them into the trash can. “Let me see your eye.”
Alex lowered the ice pack, “I’m fine…. Swelling has almost completely gone down, see? He punches like a sissy girl; I had nothing to worry about.” And at the look on her face, he quickly amended, “not that all girls are sissies.”
“At least your nose stopped bleeding.”
“And if he hadn’t been such a coward in the first place, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”
Amy couldn’t argue that, sliding off the counter and decreasing the already miniscule space between them. “I should probably get back to my apartment.”
Alex set the ice pack on the counter, “you could stay here, for the night I mean. We can watch Night of the Living Dead?” And then he had the nerve to pout.
“Fine, fine…” Reaching behind her, she grabbed the ice pack, “I’ll just go put this back in the freezer.”
She made to leave when she was stopped, Alex gently grabbing hold of her wrist, closing the distance and claiming her mouth with his. “Thank you,” he whispered against her lips, just deepening the kiss when there was a loud cough from the doorway.
“Didn’t realize that you treated a black eye with CPR,” Josh quipped, glancing between the two. “And I see that you’re no worse for the wear, Alex.”
Amy let out a short huff, sliding past Josh to exit the bathroom, Alex glaring as best he could at his roommate.
“Has anyone told you that you have shitty timing?”
Josh only shrugged, ducking easily when Alex took a half-hearted swing at him.