Whisper and Hush


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Scene Title Whisper and Hush
Synopsis Brian and Veronica have pillow talk, with declarations of love, presents, and near-confessions of guilty consciences. WARNING: May cause sugar shock. Have insulin handy!
Date August 7, 2009

Dorchester Towers Veronica's Apartment

Minimalist and modern without being too much like a mausoleum, this apartment is one large room — wherever one stands, one can see the other "rooms." The kitchen is sleek with black lacquer and stainless steel. The living room boasts a comfortable white faux-suede couch with black throw pillows, a black walnut coffee table, and a large plasma screen television. A black entertainment center holds many DVDs and CDs, an Ipod docking station and surround sound. The dining room is simply a black walnut table with six high-back chairs. A small hallway leads to a single large bedroom with a King-sized bed and simple white down comforter with more black walnut furniture. A bathroom in the hallway is simple — a large shower, a vanity sink, a toilet — the basics.

"…With the stars up above in your eyes…"

The sun is breaking through the darkness. Dawn is breaking, light creeping into the windows of the apartment bedroom. The waxing rays of sunlight dance along the shadows of the room.

"A fantabulous night to make romance.."

There's still time yet before morning officially arrives. But half of the rooms occupants are awake and aware. Having come to the apartment late, Brian nestled himself up next to Veronica in her sleep. He's had some trouble sleeping.

"Neath the cover of October skies.."

Brian's is propped up by his elbow, his fingers playing softly with Veronica's hair. Positioned over her, he watches her sleep quietly. His singing is soft, just enough so that he could hear it. Winters is wearing a pair of basketball shorts, and basketball shorts only. He watches her with adoration, his fingers going to run over her cheek softly.

"The leaves on the trees are all falling.."

The sleeping beauty opens drowsy eyes, slowly, with difficulty. "Hmm?" she manages out, stretching slowly, before looking up at him. It's clear she thinks he woke her for a reason. As wakefulness spreads through her, she props herself up. "What's wrong? Is something wrong?" she demands, reaching across to the bedside table where her weapons are stowed.

His singing comes to a slow stop. Reaching over his hand closes around Veronica's wrist as she reaches out. Pulling her arm back he gives a soft 'shush'. "Everything's fine." Brian murmurs, bringing his mouth close to her ear. "Everything's okay." He says soothingly.

He releases the wrist and brings his fingers to trace her forehead. "Nothings wrong baby. I'm sorry I woke you."

She relaxes back against him, her head finding the space between his neck and his shoulder to lean into. Her eyes close and she finds his hand, curling fingers around it. "Sorry. Reflex…" she whispers. She lets go and rolls over so that she faces him, sleepy dark eyes finding comfort in his face, his grayish eyes. "Morning," she murmurs, touching his face softly. "Can't sleep?"

"It's not morning yet." His hand continues go through her hair as he smiles warmly and faintly at her. He leans forward his lips going to brush against her forehead. "I love you." His fingers go down her neck and then over her back pressing her close to him. "I know you don't like to hear it. But I do."

Only because I don't deserve you, she thinks to herself. She closes her eyes and smiles instead of saying anything, though her hand slides up to his cheek, caressing it softly before tilting her head up, her lips brushing his. "I love you, too," she whispers, eyes still closed as if she can't manage to look into his eyes and say it at the same time. That might make it too real, and she's not good at this sort of thing. She sits up and reaches past him to the bed side table — the one without the guns on it — and opens a drawer, slipping her fingers inside for the tissue-paper-wrapped box from the Chinese knick-knack store. "Don't worry, it's not a ring," she teases.

His smiles is soft and warm at her reciprocation of love. "I need to tell you something." He says urgently, his hand reaching up to grab her shoulder and pull her back down. He only frowns at her present, that makes this all the much harder. Trying to pin her back to him he continues to speak. "I.. I've been working. Keeping my eye on things. On certain people. I know you have your secrets from me.. We're always going to have secrets. I think we just have to find hapiness with our secrets. I'm keeping my eyes on certain key individuals. And in that.. I have to make people think certain things." His hands remain firmly on her shoulders. "But I love you. You're the only one for me."

Veronica's brow furrows and she lies back, looking up at him with confusion. "Think certain things?" she repeats. "What are you working at? Who are you working with?" she asks, then closes her eyes again. The secret thing — is there anyone in the world she can tell everything to? She can't tell Brian Company things. She can't tell Company people Brian things. She can only talk to Len about the things that he's told her are restricted. Not even her partner knows most of what she's done lately. "Speaking of secrets… do you… you know, in all your training and all this Phoenix stuff you've done, and all that… know any tricks to keep people from knowing what's in your head? I'm worried someone at the Company might… you know. Peek in my mind, and see you there all half naked and gorgeous."

"Don't make me tell you, Vee." Winters pleads softly. "It's better that you don't know. You know you can trust me, and you know I would never go against you." He leans forward to plant a kiss on her chin. "Don't ask me again." Pressing her shoulder down, he rises up. Letting his upper body flop ontop of her he grins down at her. "Yeah. Thompson and Goodman made sure I was especially trained in psychic defense-y stuff. They were really relentless about it. I guess it's worth it now. Want me to try and teach you?"

She frowns. She wasn't that worried, until he pleads with her. She puts a hand to his lips and shakes her head. She will have to think on that one, but lets it go for the time being. "I trust you, or I wouldn't be here. Well, you wouldn't be here," she corrects herself. She listens to his talk of the training and tilts her head curiously. "Probably because of your… other self's ties, I guess? I never really got much training in that," she says. "The basics. But what if a telepath finds out about us? About you? What if they use my thoughts about you to get you, hurt you? I don't want to let that happen, Brian." Her eyes are solemn, as she stares up at him.

"Untrained telepaths don't stand a chance getting into my head. Trained telepaths would put up a fight with me. I think I could keep my thoughts in tact." He gives a little nod. "Have telepaths been getting at you? Yeah. You're probably right. We should work on that. I can train you." Though he grins broadly after he realizes what he just said. "But I'm not an easy teacher. I'll ride you pretty hard." A smug grin plays on his lips.

"I love you so much Vee." He whispers, lowering his head he rests it on her shoulder.

"How? I mean… you can tell me what to do, but how do you know if I'm doing it or not, since you can't get in my head?" Veronica says, then smirks as his innuendo registers. "You know I can take anything you dish out," she tosses back, playfully, but then he is soft and sweet — that, she's less equipped for. Her arms go around him and she strokes his hair soothingly. "I don't understand why," she says quietly, more to herself than to him.

"We'll see about that." Brian murmurs, pressinger his face against her neck. "What did you get me?" He asks, letting himself be wrapped up by her he simply lays on her quietly, muttering into her neck. He seems quite content.

Veronica shakes her head. "I have to do everything? Open it and find out!" she says, giving him a light head butt. "Typical lazy man." She picks up the box and holds it up to him. "I went to all the hard work of shopping for it… picking it out… buying it… wrapping it… hiding it…" Okay, so she didn't wrap it, but he doesn't know that.

"You got me something." Brian grins as she headbutts him, before placing his hands either side of her. Pressing himself up on his knees he takes the box and begins to rip it open. Tilting himself back to sit on her legs, lest she complain he opens the box. "You didn't have to, Vee."

Inside the box is the silver-cabochan-style yin and yang necklace, the traditionally "white" part of the symbol in green jade, the black in obsidian. The charm is small enough not to be flashy or obvious, and is hung on a black braided leather cord. "I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to," she says quietly. "It's nothing much. Just… you know. A token." She glances down, cheeks coloring a little. She's so not good at this relationship stuff.

"Vee." Brian says adoringly. The necklace is brought up and tied over his neck. "I.." His lips tighten up for a moment. "Thank you, Vee." He rotates his shoulders so that the tattoo is visible. "Is that why you chose this?" He grins at the yin-yang. But then his smile vanishes. "Thank you Vee, I love it."

She reaches out to touch the yin and yang on his shoulder. "Sort of. I mean, that was the basic inspiration, yeah. Because it suits you. And I wanted you to have some sort of … good luck charm… I guess, when I'm not around." She traces the circle on his shoulder thoughtfully. "And green's my favorite color," she adds with a smirk. "Do your clones, do they have this?" She taps the tattoo. "Or just you?"

"You're never going to come to terms with my power, are you?" He asks as he adjusts the necklace. "I create, selves, of mine. It doesn't matter which 'copy' I reabsorb or whatever because I create exact original copies. It's all me." No one ever understands that. Hmph. "So I all have it." He grins, leaning forward he goes to place his hands on her shoulders. "It's early morning. Don't have to go to work for a while. We're both wide awake." He glances in two different directions. "I wonder what we should do."

She frowns. "Well, it's hard. I mean, you and … Fulk… were not the same. At least not in my mind. I was only asking because… if I knew only you had this tattoo… I would know if it was you or not, if one of your clones ever was," she pauses, trying to find the right word, "compromised? I don't know. I mean, what do you consider what happened to you? What would you call it? And it's possible it could happen again. That someone could take one of your copies and make it… he… you…" She is trying! "forget who he is. Right?" She shrugs. "But it's moot. If they all have your tattoo, your battle wounds, everything that's you… if they are all you, I guess it doesn't matter."

Veronica closes her eyes, knowing she's probably making him angry, when it's not her intent. She doesn't understand the power, not completely. "Forget it. What were you saying?" she grins, pulling him close and kissing him deeply.

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