slayer_fray | [Milliways: Suite 132 Suitewarming]

Lilly and Mel have out done themselves.

There's no theme to this party, no gimmicks, other than the 'welcome to our suite and please get very drunk' idea, and this aim has been faciliatated by the huge numbers of bottles of all sorts of alcohol covering the galley kitchen. The breakfast bar boasts five huge bowls of punch, the dining table is covered in assorted snacks and dips, and brightly coloured balloons cover the floor, and, despite the best efforts by a certain boyfriend to use helium for comedy voice purposes, the ceiling as well.

The door to the main bathroom stands open, and a large pile of freshly laundered towels stand on the way to the hot tub, above which a large sign declares: clothing optional.

Mel's bedroom door is shut and locked, protecting weaponry and other valuables, while Lilly's room is opened, and her Bathroom is very clearly labelled.

Out on the balcony, the barbeque takes pride of place among a vast amount of meat, just waiting to be made use of.

The centre of the living area is cleared, but a box of Twister has been placed very obviously on top of the locked entertainment centre.

Suite 132 is open for business

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"Don't," she says, easily, wrapping herself around him and planting a kiss on his nose.

Caught redhanded, Mike doesn't even try to backpedal his way out of this one. Instead he, in turn, wraps an arm around her.

"It...it's not so bad....really."

"Really?"

Wet, bubblebathy snuggling.

"'Cause it's all right if it is."

"just don't let go"

The sound of him breathing will bring back memories of long nights spents working through nightmares.

"Never," she says easily, kissing his shoulder as she leans against him. "I'm stayin' here."

"thankyou"

He sighs a frustrated sigh, head dropping back to rest on the tiles lining the outer rim of the tub.

She smiles and swings a leg around so she's straddling him, back to the rest of the tub, not even caring who else is there.

"I'm guessin' you don't wanna talk about it?"

His hands automatically go to her hips, and he looks up at her.

"I don't want to, but I will."

She rests her hands on his upper arms, stroking them softly, before leaning forward and resting her head on his shoulder, face tiltined up at him.

Deep cleansing sigh.

"I can't explain it. I've never been that scared before. You can't do what I do and not have a really good understanding of your body and how it works. This just totally takes that all from me. I can't move. Can't think. Can't act. It makes me angry...and....

i think i might kinda like it."

She smiles against him, and strokes his chest gently, in an action she hopes is reassuring: shows she's there.

"Nothin' wrong with liking it," she says. "Produces, um... 'drenalin or somethin'. S'why people watch horrorscopes.

"Why jumpin' off buildin's is so much fun."

A slight pause.

"It is OK to like it, right?"

Mike shrugs.

"No idea. You...you ever get like that?"

Mel thinks on this.

She spends a lot of her time with fear, honestly. Fear of being caught, fear of being hurt, of losing a fight, of hitting the ground...

...and yes, she loves it.

"All the time."

"How...how do you move?"

She pauses again, thinking.

"Because if I don't, I die?"

It's weak, but the only thing she has to offer.

"Or someone else does."

"Are you afraid of dying?"

A long pause. She really has to work out whether or not she is.

Finally:

"Not really."

"Until, you know....here. I never was. Not for one moment. Ever."

"And now you are?" Mel reaches up and smooths his wet hair against his temple.

"It's OK to be. Most people are."

He leans into her touch, and closes his eyes.

"It's not okay when I freeze up like that. It's not okay when I leave other people around me open to attack."

"Yes, it is," she insists. "Because you were safe. Nothing happened.

"And they only person open to attack was Senior Squeakins. And I think he'll get over it."

He doesn't want to smile, but he doesn't really have a choice in the matter.

"Oh Senior Squeakins!"

He bursts into mock tears.

Mock tears are good. Mel laughs at him, before continuing to stroke his hair.

"It's OK."

"He's so cold where ever he is. I know he is. I can feel it. I feel it in the very Senior Squeakins shaped hole in my soul!"

"Well, the lake isn't heated."

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