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Post by dallas on Sept 23, 2012 20:53:10 GMT -5
Dallas seemed to be spending a lot of time in his home state these days. And under normal circumstances, he would have appreciated the fact. But these weren't normal circumstances and they most certainly weren't happy ones either. In fact, they were anything but. Even now as Dallas drove along in the pick up truck that his Mama had lent him for the duration of his stay in Texas, he replayed everything that had happened while they'd been in that last failed mission. It was nearly impossible for him not to think about it, really. He'd lost two men and one more, a young man who he'd become fairly close to, had wound up ending his career a lot sooner than anticipated.
And it was all for what?
His hands tightened on the steering wheel, the beautiful brunette beside him likely had a wealth of things on her mind as well. Dallas didn't know all of the history behind Natasha and Mason, but he knew there was a hell of a lot of it. And it hadn't been right that she'd been left with the notion that Mason was dead after the letter that she'd recieved, writen in his own hand in the event that he did, indeed, die. When Dallas had heard about it, he'd hoped a plane from the Afghan Military Base and had headed straight back for Myrtle Beach, both to speak to Natasha in person and ensure his own wife that he was well and fine. Which he was... physically. Mentally... well that was a whole other ordeal altogether. And he knew damned well that these were some of the final duties that he'd perform for Alpha Platoon in SEAL Team 10. This was it for him.
Finally, he pulled up to the gates of the military hospital where recovering vets were sent for rehabilitation and recovery from wounds they had recieved overseas. It was exactly where Mason was situated before he wound up being transfered to a hospital in South Carolina. They'd stabilized him a while back and were in the process of fitting him with a prosthesis, but for the time being, most of what he seemed to do was sit in that damned hospital bed and glare out the window at the world beyond the glass. He was so angry. Not that Dallas blamed him in the least. But his anger never seemed directed towards Dallas. And Dallas would have been able to deal with that if the anger had been directed at him. It would have been a hell of a lot better than the hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The guard at the gates peeked his head into the window of the truck and took Dallas' military ID from him. "Lieutenant Commander. Back again I see...?" Dallas nodded. "And with a bit of company this time." He said with a tight nod. "Corporal, this is Natasha Belikov, here to see Petty Officer Alexander Mason." Dallas said as more of a formality for the cameras than anything. The man at the gatehouse nodded and let them on through the gates. Dallas drove on through and found the pair of them a parking spot before he got out and headed around to Natasha's side of the truck, opening the door for her. She had to be exhausted after the flight in front Texas as well as the stress over the fact that she had originally thought him dead but had learned otherwise. But she had wanted to go see him as soon as possible. Understandable.
Dallas lead her on through the hospital and up to the room that Mason was being kept in. One of the members of their platoon was seated outside the door with a book in hand. He stood the moment he saw Dallas. "Lieutenant." Dallas nodded. "How is he?" He asked. The man gave him a blank expression that was enough for Dallas to know that he was much the same as he had been in previous days. "Chief, this is Natasha. We just flew in from Myrtle Beach and I'm sure Ms. Belikov would like some time with Mason. Let her have as much time as she needs and if she needs anything at all, please make sure she gets it." "Yes sir." Dallas offered Natasha a tight smile. "I'm going to go check in on a few of my other boys. If you need me, just ask and I'll be here as soon as possible. I'm sincerely hoping that you'll at least be able to bring a smile to his face." He took her hand in his. "I can't thank you enough for being here, Ms. Belikov." He said on a shaky breath before he nodded to her and then spun on his heel and left.
The man posted at the door opened it for her, trying to offer her a reassuring smile. She'd have all the time alone with Mason that she needed.
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Post by mason on Sept 23, 2012 21:06:58 GMT -5
This was hell... A part of him wished that he would have been one of those two guys they had lost when that damned IED had exploded right in front of him. The thing that pissed him off most of all was that it had been shrapnel that had killed those guys. Mason had been the one in the direct line of fire and he'd even gone as far as twisting his body and moving towards it when he realized what it was in an attempt to save a few more lives. The IED techs and even his CO were saying that he had in fact saved their lives. But he hadn't saved all of their lives and he was still very much alive. And what did he have to show for it?
His left leg was gone below the knee. Completely gone. It had almost been severed from his body entirely when the bomb had hit and he heard that if it hadn't have been for the quick thinking of both Dallas and Dylan, he would have been dead on the scene. But they'd managed to cut off as much of the blood flow as possible and had saved his life. Not that he'd ever say it to their faces... but he wished he was dead. What good was he now? He'd more or less given up his career in the Navy. And sure, during his recovery, the tax payer's dollars would do a damned good job at keeping him afloat. But once that was said and done, what the fuck kind of a place in the world was there for an ex-Navy SEAL with one leg? What good would he even be to Natasha.
Natasha. He closed his eyes for a minute and an image of her face flashed through his mind. The only woman he had ever truly wanted and now he was useless to her. All of those promises that he had made to her. Telling her that he would take care of her and be there for her. She likely thought he was dead still, no thanks to that letter he had writen that Dylan had sent out to her while he'd been in the hospital in Germany. And he hoped she never found out otherwise. She'd be better off thinking that he was dead. He kept his eyes closed, just letting the memories of the time they had spent together sift through his mind. He wanted that time back. He wanted those happy moments and memories back, but he knew he'd never get them again. He was half a man now and no good to her. He'd never be any good to her and she'd be so much better off without him there to drag her down again.
As he swallowed past a lump in his throat, he tuned the rest of the world out, focusing on memories of her. He hadn't realized that a tear had trickled down his face until he felt the salty liquid on his chin. And then he scrubbed the tear away angrily. He looked like shit and he knew it. He had two black eyes from the force of the IED, various abraisions all over his face and arms. He'd cracked three ribs when the impact of it had blown him back into a wall. And of course... there was the fact that, beneath the blanket he had draped over his lap, there was only one leg. Even now, musle memory of the phantom left leg shot a twinge of pain right from the base of his knee and up his hip. He growled in pain and threw his head back on the pillow behind him for a moment, fighting past the pain of it. And yet, he still only let the nurses dumb him down with a small quantity of painkillers because he hated what that shit did to his head. It knocked him out cold and clouded the hell out of his judgement.
He could hear his CO outside the door talking with someone. He knew he was about to have a visitor. As much as he appreciated the efforts of Lieutenant Xavier, the last few days without his guilt weighting down the hospital room had been almost peaceful. And no one else, besides Dylan, was dumb enough to bother trying to enter his room. But then the door knob turned and Mason turned his head towards the window in the room, staring out it again, not wanting to look Dallas or one of the other guys in the eyes. "I'm fine. Now that you've done your daily rounds, you can leave me alone again." He muttered, the true state of his mood showing through.
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Post by natasha on Sept 23, 2012 23:17:44 GMT -5
] I WANNA MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER, BETTER THAN YOUR FAIRYTALES, BETTER THAN YOUR BEST DREAMS MEL W/MASON , 1141 , SEXY GAL, OMG THE FEELS, THE FEELS ARE SOO INTENSE. LOVE <3. everything was a blur to natasha as she sat in the truck with tears running down her already stained cheeks. she had been under the impression that mason had died, the letter had given her that idea and it was all that she had thought about and now that the idea was in her head, it was going to be hard to be let go. she was more damaged than before, cracked just a little more after the believed death of the only male that she ever loved. her life had seemed bleak and though she went day by day being perfectly normal in appearance, inside, she was bawling, she was grieving and upset. no male had her attention since the letter came, the phone calls that she was meant to be seductive for had fallen in their standards and her paycheck had suffered for it. school had become a part of her life once more though as she had tried to think of a way to occupy her time and thoughts rather than think of mason and the life that they could have had. the trip had been exhausting already but natasha had insisted on seeing mason, needing to know that he was actually alive, instead of resting in the hotel first. she smelled like plane and though her appearance was not up to her own standards, eyes still wondered to her voluptuous form even in just jeans and a shirt. ”are you sure…lt. are you sure he’s alive, cause I’m not in the mood to be disappointed once more. [/b] cause natasha was sure that she would break if it came to being another joke. getting out of the car as it pulled to a stop after passing through gates, her eyes widened to the building that loomed above her and her breath caught in her throat. her feisty nature died away and a more respectful side of her came as this male was letting her the chance to see mason, and even more so that he was the bringing of good news. dallas was more or less her angel of the hour and she was going to be as respectful as she could be but no one was perfect. ”holy fuck.”[/b] she muttered out, looking up at the building’s architecture, noting the columns and guessing the age to be around hundred from her own history lessons. she followed behind dallas, lingering while her eyes wondered from the soldiers standing guard to the carvings in the wall. she was surprised by how professionally done this building was or maybe she was just trying to distract herself from the idea of having to see mason’s body—dead or alive was the question. the elevator ride was slow and she slumped against the furthest wall, away from everyone else with her arms crossed against her chest, and let out a slow breath to the sound of the doors opening. a puppy dog was what she felt like, letting dallas take the lead and moving her around the hospital until they reached a door and she raised an eyebrow, ”he’s in there?”[/b] she asked cautiously and was given a nod by a random soldier who was stationed at the door. ”why the fuck are there guards infront of his door?”[/b], her respect being lost in an instant to the thought of mason being contained as though he was an animal that needed to be sedated. she listened with great interest to the details about mason’s behavior, his attitude and his well-being, and the way that they spoke was as though he was alive, but not good. the blank stare, the silence had her brows furrowing and she clenched her fists together, ”he asked you a question…soldier..officer?..”[/b], confusion written in her tone as she had no idea what kind of position that this male held. rushing a hand through her hair, she ruffled it and then nodded to what dallas was saying, ”even all night?”[/b] she asked, wondering if it was going to take mason that long to even look at her. ”I need to know that you mean as much time as I want…as we want….”[/b] or needed. she looked down at their linked hands, giving him a shrug, ”if a clown didn’t do it, there is probably no hope for me to do it.”[/b] she whispered under her breath, holding back her comments from growing too loud and being audible. ”you guys are making it seem like he’s mute, like blank…like fucking nothing.”[/b], she dropped her hand from his, pulling away from him and pushed past the standing soldier and into the room, where the atmosphere completely changed. her breath was taken away to the sheer sound of his voice even though his back was turned. her heels clicked on the tile floor, moving to the side of the bed slowly, her fingers brushing against the fabric of the bed sheet, moving across his real leg and his prosthetic one. ”no.”[/b] she said sternly, her accent thick as ever as she finally moved around, blocking his view from looking out the window and instead, having to look directly at her. tears rushed to her eyes, clouding her vision as she tried to remain strong and cursed under her breath while reaching up to wipe them away. ”if you think I am leaving, you have lost your fucking mind mason. after everything that you put me through…that..you went through, there is no way in hell that I am leaving your side and you best believe that a man with a gun by the door is not going to stop me either.”[/b], her body slowly lowering to the ground and kneeling at the side of his bed. tentively, her hand reached up to cup his cheek and her forehead reaching to press against his own. ”I thought I lost you..you wrote that fucking letter..and I never felt such pain..”[/b] she whispered against his lips, her eyes shutting while tears slipped down her cheeks. she was in pain now, knowing that he was unhappy, upset. ”I hate you for doing that to me…but I love you so much mason, don’t ever do that again, don’t ever…write that fucking shit to me again…never..”[/b] and with tears mixed, she pressed her lips to his while her eyes opened to see nothing in his own. he was in so much pain, so much confusion clouded his vision and natasha was at a loss for what to say or what to do. her other hand slid down just brushing against the material of the prothetstic and shook her head, ”we’ll make it work.”[/b], her lips finding his once more as everything seemed to calm down around them and it finally felt like her life was whole again, and she had a reason to live and his name was mason. 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Post by mason on Sept 24, 2012 6:36:51 GMT -5
During the ride, Dallas couldn't count the number of times that he'd had to reassure the brunette beside him that Alexander Mason was, indeed, alive still. And this one last time, before they got to the hospital he nodded. "He's still alive, Ms. Belikov, I assure you." He murmured. Dallas didn't know how disappointed she'd wind up being besides the point. Mason wasn't exactly in high spirits. He was alive, but he was angry and Dallas could easily understand why. The young man didn't seem angry at him. He was just angry at the situation. And Dallas knew damned well that if he had have been the same age as Mason, going through what he was going, he wouldn't have been any better off. Dallas had never been through exactly what the younger man was experiencing, but on a level, he could sympathize.
"I'm not a guard, Ma'am." The man outside the door turned helpless eyes to Dallas for a moment who just had his mouth set in a tight line. "He hasn't exactly wanted visitors but... I'm here to make sure he doesn't need anything or want anything for that matter. We've been doing it in shifts. We've also been keeping curious eyes away. You'd be amazed at how many nosey people want in on know when a Navy SEAL is involved." He shrugged. "But I won't disturb you at all." He shook his head. Dallas looked at Natasha when she asked for clarification as to whether or not she'd have all night and what he really meant by as much time as she wanted or needed. "As much time, Ms. Belikov. Even if you're locked in there for days with him. You're the only person I can think of that might get through to him and believe me when I say that I want what's best for him. I don't want this to beat him. He's one hell of a tough kid and even in the face of everything that's happened, he'll go on to do great things if he can manage to get his head out of his ass."
And then, Dallas was gone, leaving Natasha to enter the room. The enlisted man in front of the door sighed. "He's not himself. He won't talk to us other than to tell us to piss off. He's there... but he's angry."
For a moment, Mason was stunned and he was certain that it was showing on his face. She was there. Natasha was there. For a moment, he was torn between emotions. He was ashamed at the fact that she was seeing him as she was and yet, at the same time, he was comforted by the fact that she was there. And still, he was pissed off that someone had let her know that he was, indeed alive. He flinched when her hands moved across the prosthetic leg beneath the bedsheet. He didn't want her to see him like this. He had always been the strong one. He was supposed to be the one to take care of her. Provide for her. Do whatever she needed him to do and be whoever she needed him to be.
"You should leave, Natasha." He repeated, even as she told him that she wasn't leaving. He clenched his teeth together. She was so damned stubborn. And yet he loved that about her. So damned much. He loved her so damned much. But he didn't understand how he could possibly be everything that she needed him to be now. And then she was touching him. Her hand on his cheek, her forehead pressed against his. He closed his eyes against the flood of emotion that he felt just then. He had come so close to losing this yet again. So close to never feeling the touch of her hands on him. Her kiss. Her smile. Everything. And he knew damned well that if he had have remained dead to her, he would have eventually been dead in every way possible.
"I didn't think I was going to live..." He said after a moment, his voice barely more than a whisper. "In a lot of ways I wish I hadn't have lived..." He admitted. He clenched his teeth together even harder. He paused a moment when she told him not to write that shit to her again. "There won't be a point where I'll ever have the chance to write that shit again, Querda. Once I'm out of this hospital, I'll no longer be an active member of the Navy. This is it for me." He told her simply, though it killed him to know that. This was all he had ever wanted his entire fucking life. And now he was going to be stuck doing something that wouldn't give him half of the thrill or put half of his skills to use the way that they should have.
Her hand slid down to the prosthetic leg again and he tightened his hand around her wrist. "Don't. Don't do that. Pleae, God, don't, Tasha..." He said, the pain in his voice more than he could bare at the moment. His voice cracked and then, just like that, he was angry again. "How can we make anything work when I can't give you everything I promised you now!? How the fuck am I supposed to take care of you when I can't even take care of myself?" He swallowed past a fresh wave of tears. "Fuck, Natasha! How long will it be before you've had enough of me rehab and therapy just trying to teach myself how to walk again and condition myself not to break down in tears from the pain of it?" He shook his head. "How long until you wind up finding yourself a real man? One who's not broken?"
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Post by natasha on Oct 2, 2012 4:47:49 GMT -5
I WANNA MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER, BETTER THAN YOUR FAIRYTALES, BETTER THAN YOUR BEST DREAMS MEL W/MASON , 1135 , SEXY GAL, GOOD OL' BLUNT TASHA BUT OMG..THE FEELS STILL.. natasha had very little interest in talking to the people that were stationed around or by his room, the only person that natasha wanted to see was mason. she had grieved, not gotten over it and had nearly broken down almost every day to the thought that her mother and the love her life were gone from her life, forever. the thought pained her now even as she was walking toward his room and she was preparing for the worst. no one really told her anything except that his leg was gone and that he was grumpy and though mason had always had a small grumpy side, she found it hard to imagine that being his permanent dominant personality trait. ”well so am I, so move.” [/b] she said while pushing the male away by bumping into his shoulder and walking into the room. the air was sucked out of her to the darkness that was around her and she quickly flicked on the light regardless that it was still sunny out, but that was bringing little sun into the room and she wanted to see him—she needed to know that it was him. reassurance was what natasha was looking for and as she moved to the other side of the bed with slow but steady steps, her neck craning to peer before she took the needed step to look without the straining of her neck. ”mason?”[/b] she asked softly, feeling the fabric of the blanket and then she touched it. it was hard under her hand, but it felt normal, it did not scare the girl away or even cause her to flinch but she could see his own reaction and she quickly moved her hand away. ”no..”[/b] she said within her exhale. moving to his side of the bed to face him, she cupped his face and pressed her lips to his in order to feel anything but sadness. mason had always made her feel love, secure, happiness and at this moment, the tears in her eyes were exactly that but she was not able to stop them from slipping down her cheek as she mumbled against his lips, ”I thought I lost you…I thought you were dead…I hate you so much for making me think that mason”[/b] because yet again, he left her when she needed him the most. shaking her head, she pulled her lips back and lightly tapped his cheek in a mock slap, ”don’t ever say that again you idiot. you don’t want to die, why? because you lost a leg? you are no less of the man that I love than if you had three legs.”[/b] she growled out, using her sleeve to wipe at her eyes and thankful that she had chosen not to wear mascara that day. ”no it’s not mason. you can do anything you want but you have to want to do it. you have to push yourself to get the fuck out of the bed and use the leg as though it’s a part of you because…it is now.”[/b], being the ever blunt girl that she was. it was true, that the leg was never going to leave him and he would have to work with it like it was his own natural leg, ”and I’m not leaving your side, ever.”[/b] she added on, feeling as though she had to be the strong on now. natasha knew that this was not the end for mason, this was far from the end and though he seemed to believe that he was never going to amount to anything, she had complete faith in the male. he had cheated death, he had fought bravely and he could do it again but she was well aware that lying in bed was not the key to doing that. she stood up, moving to the windowsill for a moment to try and compose herself as he lashed out at her. ”don’t be a fucking idiot mason..”[/b] she growled out, wiping her eyes once more and looking down to her tear stained sleeve. mason was the only person that she could have cried over and even her mother did not get this many tears. anger seemed to be the only thing that he had but she wondered what would be there when his anger was all gone? moving his hand away from the leg, she pulled it back from his grip which had grown to be too tight. ”okay. not touching it.”[/b], her hands up in a mock surrender before moving closer to him and bowing her head once more, pressing her forehead to him. ”don’t fucking yell at me mason!”[/b] she hissed out, her eyes narrowing as they glared into his. she hated to be yelled at, it made her feel like a child and though he was upset, natasha was just thankful that he was even there. he was physically there, she could touch him, kiss him, yell at him, hate him and love him for the rest of their lives, as long as there was something still there. ”I will never leave your side. I will never walk away from a therapy session, I will be your fucking cane if it have to in order to get you out of this bed and back out there doing something with your life. if a little girl can lose a fucking arm from a shark and still surf, then you, mason, can get your ass out of this bed, go to rehab and figure out how to live with your new leg!”[/b], her fists were now balled around the fabric of the blanket, ”because you are not broken, you just think you are. you are still a man, more of a man than any of the ones out there. you fought bravely, you saved lives and you risked your own life for them. you are a man, you are my man and I’m not leaving you mason…I almost lost you once, that’s not happening again.”[/b], her fists unballing as she looked up at him with tear stained eyes, ”I promise.”[/b] and those were powerful words coming from her because natasha never turned her back on a promise no matter how hard it becomes to keep it. mason was her entire world and when she had received that letter, she thought everything was lost and was ready to give up and she would be damned if he even had an ickle of a thought that she would walk away from him. ”you still have a fucking penis mason, and if that was gone too, we would use a strap on. so get your ass out of bed and just…walk with me or something,”[/b] she said, letting the blanket slowly move down his body, uncovering the prosthetic leg inch by inch. 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Post by mason on Oct 9, 2012 7:52:58 GMT -5
He looked at her when she said that she had thought he was dead and hated him for making her think that he had been dead. He gave a shake of his head. "Tasha..." He murmured gently. He felt like a bit of an ass, but at the same time, he hadn't wanted to leave her completely in the dark. "You don't get it... when I was in the back of that fucking truck and handed that note off to Dylan, I thought I was going to die. I sincerely thought that I was going to die. And I know you would have hated me even more for never having said goodbye to you if given half a chance. I wanted to make sure that you were taken care of. That you would always be taken care of." He really hated talking about his own mortality and just how god damned close he had come to dying. He was pissed off to realize that his vision was blurring at the moment from the tears in his eyes.
Mason was feeling sorry for himself. Not even he could deny that fact, but for a guy who had always been so damned active and who had been at the beginning of a promising and action packed career, this was a hell of a blow to morale. Eventually, he'd be able to push past what had happened and deal with it. Eventually he'd be able to think of it as something else he had survived. Something else to make him stronger. Not just an incident that had taken another thing from him. That SEAL determination would kick in again and, rather than focusing on what he couldn't do, he'd focus on proving the rest of the world wrong and showing them what he could do. And the beautiful woman at his bedside was going to be a shock to his system. She was exactly what he needed.
But when she said she wasn't leaving him, it offered him a little extra strength. Maybe he shouldn't have taken so much stock in it. Who the hell knew what she'd be thinking in a couple of months when he was still hobbling around like a reject because his balance was still all off? Who the hell knew when she'd get frustrated with him getting frustrated for the fact that he had to rely on someone else to help him with things that normally wouldn't have been a problem for him before all of this shit had happened? But at the moment... all he needed to hear was that she was going to stick by his side. Maybe a good portion of his attitude at the moment was through the fact that he was scared that he would be forced to go through all of this alone. Who the hell knew?
He bit back a remark when she commanded him not to yell at her. But he had to face it. That fire... the fire she had just put forth was a part of what he loved about her so damned much. He was amazed by her a moment later and everything she came right out and said to him. But she wasn't done.... And for the first time in weeks, he cracked a smile, unable to help himself in the moment. "Hey now... that still works just fine. All I had to do was see you to know that." He murmured. He looked at her for a good long moment. and this time when she reached for the blanket and started pulling it down his body, he didn't move. He let her take in the sight of his body in the condition it was in. His ribs were black and blue beneath the blanket from the force of the IED that had blown. He had several cuts across his body that were starting to heal up now. He wasn't pretty. Not by a long shot.
But he set his jaw a moment later and pursed his lips. It seemed as if something in his demeanor altogether had changed. He swallowed and pushed himself into more of a seated position. He swallowed and winced as he swung his good leg around to one side of the bed. He took a deep breath a moment later, looked down at the prosthetic laying on the bed and his jaw tightened even more. If Natasha was going to be there for him, he was damned well going to put forth an effort to at least make her proud of him. He cursed as he swung the leg around and on to the ground as well. It was still painful in some positions. He looked up at Natasha a moment later and gestured to the corner of the room. "Hand me that crutch." He said, the determination etched into his facial expression. "You wanna go for a fucking walk? We'll go for a god damned walk." He said, reaching out his arm, waiting for her to put it in his hand. He couldn't put all of his weight on the prosthetic as of yet and he was still a little shaky on it, but he'd be damned if he was going to use her as a crutch at this point.
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Post by natasha on Oct 19, 2012 6:46:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #700E18 solid, bTable]YOUR EYES THEY SHINE SO BRIGHT and i want to saVe their light [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#71200E; color: #000;]it was hard for her to go back only the few shorts weeks that had passed, remembering them in nothing but a blur. numb in all of her actions and unthinking in everything that she did. natasha had turned into something of a robot, just living her life to get to the end with no intentions of finding another like mason, and her work took a hit as well as she was not as sexual as she could not process being sexual with anyone other than mason but he was gone—or she thought he was. her head picked up, one eye opening to look into his while he spoke and then she closed it again as she did not want to see his face while he talked about his fake death, and there was nothing else to call it. he had a fake death, making her believe that everything was over before it even began and doing it in the form of a letter that was stained with tear marks as she read it every single night. natasha wanted to burn it but as morbid as the thought was, it was the last thing that she had to remember him by and that was going to be cherished. her eyes squeezed tighter, still closed, but feeling as though that familiar pain was coming forming in the hollow of her chest as she listened to him. ”but..you didn’t. why didn’t the little bastard.. |
[/b], referring to his best friend, ”find me and tell me, he knew that we were together because I doubt that you kept your fucking mouth shut about us the entire time..”[/b] her eyes now open and burrowing into his, catching to find any look of hesitation in what she had just said. ”so why didn’t you ask for me sooner mason?”[/b] she asked with her fingers curling around the fabric of the clothes that he was wearing, holding onto him for dear life at this moment and never planning on letting him go again. tasha knew that he was a strong male but he was knocked down and resembled something of a turtle that was lying on it’s back and not able to roll over due to the protective shell around his body, or his new leg in this instant. she really was unable to see how the fake leg made him less of a man as he had the appendage still that biology states makes him a man, he was her man and she let him know that with a winded rant that had her gasping for breath at the end. it was the exertion of lost energy that caused her to be so winded but she finished with a forehead pressed to his and a hand hovering over his fake leg, needing to get used to the lack of skin that would be there. her eyes searched his, darting back and forth between looking to his eyes and looking at his lips, leaning in for a small kiss as she finished her rant with no hesitation on her end. natasha had to make her words turn into actions, show that she was still physically attracted to him, show him that nothing changed because his leg was no longer attached to his body. ”then baby…I don’t see a problem. I’m here, you’re alive…it’s all back to normal. yes, it’s going to be fucking difficult at first but it’s not something I have to get used to because it’s already a part of you and I love every. single. part of you, even the times when I say that I hate your cocky smirk or your bedroom eyes…”[/b] she grinned because she did not hate anything about him, she hated the affect that it had over her. she took the bold move and began to slowly peel the blanket away, her hand coming to her mouth as she saw the black and blue patches that were on his skin, whimpering to the thought of him being in that much pain, ”oh fuck…baby..”[/b] she muttered with a shake of her head. it was not a disgusted look on her face but her features did contort into having a sympathetic look, her fingers hovering over the bruises and deep marks that were across his body before her hand rested on his new leg, giving the material a rub just to get her fingers accustomed to it. natasha would be lying if she said it wasn’t different but it was not going to have her running in the other direction but she did get lost in the throes of her conscious for a moment, overthinking everything that she had said and unsure if movement was such a good idea for him. it was not because of the leg, that piece of him did not matter to her but the cuts were worrisome to her and she did not want him to cut open any stitches and bleed out more. she watched him, eyes moving over every muscles that rippled as he forced himself to sit up, ”easy there baby..”[/b] she muttered giving his actual leg a pat as she slowly rose to her feet nodding, ”do not get up too fast, you are far too heavy for me to fucking lift you off the floor..”[/b] she said moving over to the window and clutching the crutch that had been resting against the wall. she glanced at them, remembering her own use of them when she was sixteen and shattered the bone in her ankle, a shudder running down her back to that memory that held nothing but sorrow to the memory of her tender and loving mother being there for her. it was time to pay that forward as she gently positioned the crutch near him, giving a smirk in his direction, ”yes I kind of want to see this…fucking up facitility.”[/b], and the other part of her wanted to see how far that leg could be wrapped around her waist but that was for another day. leaning down, she caught his lips with her own, her hand moving to nestle the crutch under his arm before whispering against his now moist lips, ”easy baby.”[/b] offering her hand to him incase he needed it, and just wanting him to lean on her and return all of the favors that he had ever done for her in their lives together, this was definitely a start.[/div][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] THIS POST IS THE MARINE LOVING AND WONDERFUL ME; WITH HER CHARACTER, MASON [/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 1074[/B] WORDS, WHICH IS BECAUSE YOU NEVER GAVE A LIMIT. MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND NATASHA IS WEARING THIS[/URL][/COLOR]. ANYTHING TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS OH I LOVE THESE TWO..,AND SHE SAYS BABY A LOT..[/B][/div][/center] |
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Post by mason on Oct 23, 2012 11:38:16 GMT -5
Mason looked at her when she asked why Dylan hadn't told her the truth about what had happened to him. "No. I didn't." He said simply enough. "Dylan knew what was going on with the two of us because there wasn't a hope in hell that I could keep my mouth shut about that." He said, but the way that he was looking at her in the moment, it was more than clear why she hadn't known. Mason hadn't wanted Dylan to tell her for the simple fact that he figured life would be easier for her without him in it in this kind of shape. Her life was complicated enough and he knew he'd screwed it up more than enough for her already. But now she'd have to contend with this in her life as well. With him. But apparently she needed him to say it. "Because you shouldn't have to deal with me like this, Natasha." He said simply enough.
She started to peel away the blanket over top of him and that was when she got a good understanding of just how bad his injuries had been and just what kind of concussive force had taken him. He didn't understand how she couldn't have a problem with this. He didn't understand how she wasn't disgusted by the fact that life was not going to be easy for the pair of them in the coming months. He wasn't sure what the hell he was going to do with himself and he knew damned well that he'd probably be a prick when the going got tough. He could be a downright bastard when he was in a foul mood and he knew damned well that he was going to be extremely frustrated with himself over the course of the next few months while he worked through all of this.
He watched her as she took in the sight of his battered body. The bruises would heal. He would likely wind up with a wealth of new scars across his body, but Mason realized, for the first time, that he was a hell of a lot more lucky than he was giving himself credit for. That IED could have been loaded with an acid compound that would have ate away at his skin and gear in one of the most excruciating ways, ensuring that he was permanently disfigured for life. He could have been dead and, in the moment, just having her there with him... he realized for the first time that he was glad he was alive if for no other reason than to be able to hold her again. She gave him the strength he needed to keep going.
Mason watched her a moment when she told him not to get up too fast because he was too heavy to lift up off the ground. 'Hey, you're the one that wanted me up." He commented. And there was that determined light in his eyes. The one that he'd had all the way through BUD/S when he'd been through the process of becoming a SEAL. His fight was back in him and it was more than evident in the change from the listless man he'd been in the bed to the determined man that he was at the moment. He would do this, even if he wasn't sure if he was doing it for himself, he knew damned well that he was doing it for her and for their future together. But he managed to get himself upright with the crutches supporting him. He tested his weight on his new leg and winced a little at the dull ache that that started there. But the doctors had warned him about that. Until he built up an immunity and learned to deal with the way the new leg fit, it would likely cause him a little pain.
But it was nothing compared to what he'd endured in the past. He leaned over towards her a little, capturing her lips in a full fledged kiss as he stood there on his feet for the first time in months. "Thank you." He murmured honestly to her. "And believe me... just as soon as I can figure out the schematics of how our sex life is gonna work from hereon out, I fully intend on exploring that avenue of activity." He smirked at her.
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