671. There Are Different Types of Love....

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(Taken shamelessly from mememaker's 126. I can love you in so many different ways. Because I looooove mememaker and this was one of my favorite memes.)

This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!

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charlie mcgee || firestarter || Ota

[char_he_mcgee]

...have some live!Ed. because d'aww. ...also II.6. just.because

[socoolbrewster]

[Ffff what is with all this snowwww. Stupid cold; about half an hour out in it and Ed is so done. He's not built for this shit. Boots, hat, mittens (hey, it's what he could find, okay? IT DIDN'T USED TO MATTER), coat, scarf, all tossed on the floor in no particular order, and now there is an Ed flopped unceremoniously on the couch.]

...I think we need hot chocolate.

awww! ILU

[char_he_mcgee]

Really? What a coincidence. I was just about to make some. [And not the powdered shit either, Ed. Nope. Charlie goes all out and actually makes hot chocolate from milk and chocolate and a bit of vanilla. It's time consuming, but fun and tastes better. However, she's content to sit on the couch with Ed.] Why were you outside, anyway?

<3 :D

[socoolbrewster]

[YOU ARE THE BEST, MCGEE. Not that he'll tell you that because FFFF teh feels and also rivers.]

You kidding? We never get snow like this in Vegas. I wanted to see what all the noise was about.

[...And test the temperature thing. It works. Unfortunately; he kind of misses NOT being able to feel cold, actually.]

...I think I lost my fingers out there though.

[char_he_mcgee]

[One day, they should visit that river. For real. An actual trip to Egypt. And then continue to deny feelings.] The snow in Maine is definitely something. If Tashmore were frozen over enough, I'd say we could walk across it to New Hampshire. I don't think either of us would want to be in the cold that long, though.

[She stands and heads off for a moment, returning with a blanket from a closet.] Here. Get warm. You're not allowed to freeze on me. [A pause and then a half-smile.] Unless you need your space heater?

[socoolbrewster]

Well I dunno, you might, with your freaky body heat and all. ...But you might melt your way through it, and there's no fucking way I'm dragging your icicled ass all the way back here, sorry.

[All the smirking. He snags the blanket and pulls it around himself, then gives her an overacted thoughtful expression for the question.]

Maybe just for a few minutes...? I mean, if you're gonna be so serious about the not freezing thing.

[It's totally on her. Yep.]

[char_he_mcgee]

Yes, you would. You know you would. You'd be all sad and emo without me. [All the teasing. So much of their typical teasing, now one hundred percent death threat free.]

I am very serious about the no freezing thing, Ed. [So serious, in fact, that she's just going to weasel her way into the blanket as well, pulling it around the two of them. Her legs go over his lap, her arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder.] How's this? Should I move?

...I need icons JUST for these moments.

[socoolbrewster]

Probably slit my wrists and everything. Write a depressing song, the whole nine yards... Oh yeah. Definitely.

[What are you...fine. He's only not complaining because you're warm. Really. It's the same reason he wraps his arms around her. CONSERVING BODY HEAT. Yeah. That.]

I swear you're part cat. But no, you're fine.

[char_he_mcgee]

And that would be awful. [ffff the sincerity in her voice is imagined, Ed. Totally imagined. She grins, shifting and nuzzling against his neck just slightly which is completely just to get comfortable and not at all feels-related. And the way she's relaxed just where she is? Also not related to feelings.]

Why did you go outside, anyway?

[socoolbrewster]

[WHY ARE YOU-- THAT IS... He freezes for a split second because *neck*, but it's McGee and stupid leftover quirks and he really minds less than he's entirely comfortable with. Ngh. He is so not shifting to give her all the nuzzling access she wants. Nope. Totally just coincidental.]

I already told you, I wanted to see what it was like.

[...Which is a more honest answer than the last time she asked, even though it's...pretty much the same one.]

[char_he_mcgee]

[HEY SHE FORGOT FOR A MOMENT. Also, he's comfortable to lean on. It's weird.]

It's awful, isn't it? I hate snow.

[She tilts her head back to look up at him. Jesus. Is he really as close as he appears to be? He is. Isn't he? That's mildly distracting.] We should come back during the Summer. It's amazing here, then. Very pretty. A bit noisier because the other houses have people in them but still. No damn snow.

[socoolbrewster]

[Yeah, she's...he's...there's a very distinct lack of personal space going on at the moment. And yet he doesn't move to put some there. Huh. He's not really thinking about *solutions* like that.

...And turning his head back to actually look at her while he responds puts her WAY closer than he was anticipating. So close he forgets what he was going to say for a long moment, and suddenly it's VERY apparent to him that he's got one hand on her hip and the other on her knee.]

...They don't now? I kind of figured everybody was just holed up inside for the weather.

fffff these two.

[char_he_mcgee]

No. Tashmore is sort of a Summer resort. Most places are rented when it's warmer. Mine, included. [Ed, Charlie's just learned you have some unfairly pretty eyes. And she doesn't know what to do with this information at all. Except to look right in them because looking away seems sort of impossible at the moment. And unwise, though she's not entirely sure why. Nor does she care, exactly. She likes where she is and she likes where his hands are, oddly enough.

Her own hands? One of them is on his back, fingers splayed and her other....oh. Oh, whoops. When did her fingers start playing with his hair? She only just noticed she was doing this and starts slowing to a stop. She'll move her hand if you want her to, Ed.]

I just want to squish them forever.

[socoolbrewster]

...oh. Gotcha.

[More for something to say than anything else. Without the predatory instinct and accompanying drive, Ed's stuck in the land of the awkward impasse, too nervous to actually go forward, too frozen by it to retreat. He makes an awkward start forward, as if he means to close the remaining gap, but backs off halfway through then pauses, hesitates. He opens his mouth again, as if he were about to say something else, but he has nothing to say really, so he just kind of looks at her stupidly instead, toying with the fabric under his fingertips as he tries to figure out what he did to rate a pretty girl in his lap because nothing really comes to mind. ...Not that he's complaining, because...he's really not. At all. He likes her there, and if he's entirely honest with himself he doesn't want her to leave, he's just...not sure how he got her there in the first place.]

i'm pretending now and forever that's charlie in the icon. *nod* he looks happy as hell, there.

[char_he_mcgee]

[She watches everything he does, as usual, though not with the usual caution. That's long gone by this point and at the moment, it's replaced by something close to hope. When he moves forward, she does so as well just a bit, only to hesitate when he does. Did she imagine that? Did her moving mess something up? Ed, you're confusing her. Her teeth worry her lower lip for a moment before a nervous smile appears. A million thoughts are running through her head, and there's only one question worth asking.]

Ed, are you going to kiss me or not?

[And if the smirk on her face that follows the question is any indication at all, it's obvious this isn't something she'd have issue with at all.]

he doesss. it's so totally her there. absolutely.

[socoolbrewster]

[He wasn't expecting her to move, or at least not the way she did, and it's enough to make him stumble, mentally, at least. A blink, and then a second, like he's trying to process and coming up blank; she can't be saying that, it has to be just wishful thinking, because they aren't and they don't. But then it clicks, and the baffled look gives way to a chagrined smile.]

Heh. Uh, yeah. Sorry.

[The reminder seems to be the prodding he needed, because this time when he leans forward he doesn't chicken out at the last minute, doesn't even give her enough time for a response before he's closed the gap and pressed lips to hers, and when he pulls back he just gives her a smirking (albeit more than a little derpy) grin, as if to say "THERE. Happy?"]