obligatory fourth of july post

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE!]

[Come to the roof to do American things! Like have cookouts, and eat watermelon. Stay for the fireworks, too.]

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[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Alright, what?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Alright, I'll stay...and sleep with you...in the same bed. [Blink.] ...together.

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

You make it sound like I'm an alien.

[She slides off the arm of the couch and walks to her bedroom, leaving the door open for him.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He takes a deep breath and follows her in, shaking his head. John still isn't completely sure what she sees in him. The old man has seen better days. Admittedly, he makes a pretty good pillow, though.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry that you have to sleep in your uniform. [She opens her dresser, searching through it.] I don't have anything for you to change into.

[Then she stands straight, looking at him, holding the thin fabric of her nightgown in her hand.] Turn around.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He sighs and turns around as asked.]

...

[John takes this time to face palm. He's never gotten so many mixed messages from a woman before in his entire life of 84 years.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She kicks off her shoes and slowly unzips her dress, then lets it fall on the ground. She steps out of it, picks it up, and gently folds it, laying it on her dresser. Her hands reach behind her to unclasp her bra (just because he's here doesn't mean she's going to stop her routine) and removes her bra, slipping it into a dresser drawer.

Then, she quickly tugs her nightgown over her body and turns around.] Alright, you can turn back around.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[John turns back to face her.]

... [He steps closer to Jane.] So...you don't have anything that I could sleep in, huh?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.] I don't have many men over, if that's what you're wondering.

Although, knowing you, you'd probably sleep in the nude. Considering your old codename. [She smiles, which quickly turns into holding her hands in front of her.] Not that I'm implying that. I'm sure you can be comfortable in just your pants, if that doesn't bother you, I mean.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Boxers? [He slips a finger inside his collar, loosening his tie.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Fine with me.

[She sits on the right side of the bed, her body halfway turned to him. Not even the slightest blush comes across her face, but there is a hint of a smile.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Hnn~ Good.

[He removes his tie and folds it, watching her watching him.] What?

Is something amiss? [He takes off his jacket and drapes if over a nearby chair. John unbuttons his collar, then works his way down his shirt.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Hm? [She turns her head fully to look at him.] No, everything is fine. Why do you ask?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Just making sure.

[He unbuttons his cuffs and then removes his dress shirt, revealing an olive drab t-shirt underneath. He folds his shirt lightly and places it upon his jacket on the chair. John, unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, which are always button fly, and he takes those off as well folding them similarly and puts it on the chair as well. His boxers match his undershirt.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She watches him remove and fold his clothes, her leg crossed over the other.]

No boxers with American flags on them today? [She gives him a playful smirk before she stands up and pulls the sheets back on her side.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He tucks his dog tags inside of his shirt.]

No. I didn't think anyone other than me would see them today or ever.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Doesn't mean you can't wear them.

Then again... [She slides her feet under the sheets.] I guess it's mainly women who enjoy wearing cute or sexy things under their clothes, even if nobody is going to see them.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It's not something I am in a habit of doing or wanting to do.

[He sits on his side of the bed

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She places a hand beside her when he gets in, since she's not used to someone so... heavily built, making her almost fall over.]

No, I guess men don't like shopping all that much anyway.

[She looks at him for a moment, then gracefully slides underneath the sheets. Her back faced to his.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[...not that heavy. Okay, maybe that heavy.]

All the things I wear are general issue.

[He lays on his side at first, rigid and stiff, parallel to the edge of the bed. After a while, John turns on his back with his hands behind his head.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She gives a soft laugh, not responding back (because men can't comprehend shopping and outfit coordination that well, she certainly knows that).

After a moment, when he shifts in the bed, she remains in her spot quietly. Then she looks over her shoulder at him.]

Much better than the couch, right?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I suppose it is. [He speaks quietly in agreement as he stares up at the ceiling.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She mutters a "you suppose..." before turning her head back to her side.

After a few moment, she fully turns around. She lays on her side, one hand under her pillow and the other reaching out to touch his upper arm gently.]

Sometimes I think you can't make up your mind.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He turns his head and looks over to her. ME?]

What do you mean? Elaborate.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She moves her body a bit closer to his. She closes her eyes briefly and sighs.]

You seem indifferent about everything. One minute you'll sound grateful, and the next reluctant.