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nothingofnoteWho: Lyssa & Owen
Where: Owen's 'new' flat.
When: After this.
Rating: PG13 for swearing and cuteness.
Lyssa couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the flat she still wasn't used to, what had been happening or the residual effect of full moon. She rolled over again but still just wasn't comfortable so before she got even more tangled in the sheets or risked kicking Owen if she hadn't already done that. Then again if she had kicked him she doubted she wouldn't know about it. He'd make a fuss.
Carefully untangling herself from the sheets she grabbed the blanket that always ended up on the floor that should have been on the bottom of the bed. Throwing it around her she headed to the living room to attempt to sleep on the sofa. All else failed she could watch tv. She missed being able to sit at the big windows and watch the bay. She couldn't help that it still didn't quite feel right and like home to her as the other place was beginning to, yes she had some stuff there now but still. Lyssa curled up on the sofa let it get light then she could go out for a walk, find Jack or something.
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It wasn't long before Owen noticed Lyssa was gone. It wasn't right away either. When he slept, he might as well have been dead. It was when he rolled over to cuddle up to her that he woke up, because the pillow wasn't as warm or as soft as she was. At first, he thought he was dreaming, till he took a good look around the bedroom. No, it was no dream. It was a reality. It was the flat that still didn't feel like it was really his. He missed the windows too. He missed everything. He just didn't feel 'comfortable' in this one.
Pulling on some boxers, he padded out to the living room and moved to stand behind the sofa. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a half hug. "Hey," he croaked, his voice still gravelly. "What are you doing up this fucking early?"
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Lyssa heard Owen moving before he appeared. "Couldn't sleep." She sounded better than he did but still had the first words spoken thing going on. Lyssa looked up at him and smiled. She hadn't woken him up directly that counted for somthing with her and it was nice to have his company but she'd have liked them both to still be asleep.
Resting her head against his arm she figured at least she could be honest with him about one of the possible reasons she was having trouble sleeping. "This place doesn't feel like home." It still seemed a little hesitent to her the way she'd said that. Lyssa was worried that she might have upset Owen in some way.
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Owen nodded his head in agreement with her. He hated to see her upset, but he felt the same way that she did about the flat. It wasn't a bad flat, it was just very 'different' "It really doesn't. Maybe we can redecorate or something," he murmured into her ear. One hand rubbed up and down her upper arm, squeezing her shoulder lightly. "Not like I can bust the wall out and make windows, but something."
His head tilted to the side and he kissed and nuzzled her cheekbone. He wasn't sure if he wanted to move or just stand there and snuggle up to her. He was too lazy to be buggered enough to move. "Sorry luv."
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"Redecorate." She repeated, considering it in her head she didn't know where to start with that idea. Maybe she could just secretly start looking for another place then and only if she found the perfect place that she knew he'd like would she bring the idea up and drag him to see it in hopes that they might move. New place that they both liked.
She turned around and knelt on the sofa so she was facing him. "Don't be." It was something out of their control after all. She gave him a kiss not caring about the fact they both still had morning breath or that the blanket would fall and she'd be naked. She could be good on occasion and end up naked not wanting anything more...
So maybe she thought about pulling him over the back of the sofa but reached to pull the blanket back around her instead.
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"Oi!"
Owen moved around the sofa and settled beside her. Lifting the blanket, he made her share it as he wrapped his arms around her, head resting against her shoulder. He sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying the intimacy of the moment. They were two people snuggled under a blanket, he just wished they had the windows like the other flat had. What had made him want to fucking move? What was wrong with his other self. Fucking prat.
"Can do whatever you want. Just no tearing down the walls without asking," he teased.
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She gave up the blanket to share easily, maybe a sign she was tired and put her arms around him under it. She missed the windows more then too, it would have been a practically perfect way to watch the sun rise like that. Lyssa gave a little snort of laughter at the idea of taking a sledgehammer or something to the walls. "What about we move?" She chewed on her lip as she suggested it. "Somewhere we both like, can be our first proper place together?"
The other one she'd moved in with him, it was his flat that they'd ended sharing, this... this wasn't either of theirs it was a reminder of someone he could have been if time hadn't changed. Thinking about it like that made it slightly more creepy to her.
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Owen thought about it. He liked the idea of moving into a flat together. Sure, it was a big step, and maybe a little scary, but no more than getting married. And they had already done that, hadn’t they? Finding a flat might be a very good thing for them.
“I say yes.” He looked up at her and held up an index finger. “With some stipulations… We look at a few. No picking the first one just because it has a big bloody closet for all your shoes. And if it’s nice, we can do a flat warming party or some shit.”
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"Big windows and a water view isn't that much to ask for in a place is it?" She hoped it wouldn't be that hard for them to find a place they liked with those things.
"I have three pairs of shoes at the moment Owen. And one pair are slippers." She wasn't sure if that was hilariously funny or she should be rightfully upset about it. Though it was fair she was still building up her wardrobe again. "And we could have a party anyway, maybe we need it, after all I did kidnap you to go get married on a distant planet." She giggled reaching to grab his finger.
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"Yes, but I remember you having much more shoes. And if I have my way, you'll have those shoes again. Just don't make me sit through bloody Sex and the City again, okay? You can have the damn closet and anything else you want. Won't change that." He kissed her shoulder and let his hands gently slide up and down her arms. She really had him wrapped around her finger. Not like he'd admit it to anyone else, but she did.
"I know. I miss looking out the window. I know you do too." His smile faded a little and his brow scrunched up as he frowned. "There must be something on the water that we can afford?" He tilted his head to the side. "Maybe we should get Jack to make you a real agent. Put you in the system so you can draw a paycheck?" Then she can finance her bloody shoes, purses, and whatever without his credit card screaming at him. "Need a new outfit for this party. One of those new home, new couple, wedding shit things all rolled into one."
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"I remember the pairs that you loved to see me in." She grinned, "That was only... one time and it wasn't like you were watching anything else, I was curious about it and don't deny there were episodes you enjoyed!" She knew it but she'd do anything to keep him safe in return. They worked because they worked, it wasn't meant to be understood by anyone else.
That was an example of how he knew her because she did miss it. "Yeah I do." When he frowned she reached up to try and make it so he wasn't. Silly thing to do but she hadn't slept so much. "We can start looking... sometime." Her turn to frown. "I am a real agent and what's wrong with what I'm currently wearing?" Which was nothing though she would argue it was a blanket and him. "But, sure you can talk to him about that. Sometime, whenever."
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"Those heels with the stockings were especially hot." He sighed and just sat there, snuggled up to her. Everything was so different now. And he loved her, but he hated it. "I didn't like any of that shit. The girls were fucked up and the sex wasn't even believable." He snorted, turning his head and nuzzling her neck.
"You pick. Start looking online and shit. When you find one, we'll go check it out. After we've seen a few, we'll pick one." He grinned, looking up at her. "I trust you."
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"I'll make sure I get them replaced." Lyssa wanted to tell him that she still had the most important thing in her life with her. Of course that was him and the rest would get sorted out. It was for the most material things they could but their friends... that would take longer. "And do you ever think anything like that is real on tv?" She teased and hating that he could make her feel the way she did then. Torn between jumping him and wanting to sleep.
"I'll spend my day looking for places. Might be fun getting to be nosy." That was part of the fun of getting to look at houses wasn't it? Seeing little bits of other peoples lives.
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Owen had to admit, he didn’t like to be sappy or sentimental, but he would do it for her. There was just something about her. He hadn’t felt that way since Diane, and even then had been hard. He could open up to Lyssa in a way that he never understood before. It felt a little closer with the weevil thing. He just felt like she knew him more than anyone else.
“I bet you will,” he muttered. At least he said it rather good naturedly with a smile, not a frown. “Credit queen, that’s what you should be, not a bloody weevil queen.” He winked up at her. “There is nothing real on tv except crap like hollyoaks and football wives. It’s all shit.”
He paused, thinking it over. “You always have been a nosy bird. Still, might be fun. You can even make up fake names if you want. An alias. Really play with them if you don’t like the flat.” Yes he was evil.
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Contrary to what Lyssa said about her previous experiences and adventures there was one thing she'd not let anyone in on in a very long time. Her ship and it had meant the world to her that she had been able to show him some of the universe out there that she had.
"I don't want to be. I'd take queen of the weevils any day because you're king." She yawned, she didn't mean to then but she did. "Sorry." She tried to stop another. "We never really find time to watch that much tv." It was probably a good thing.
It wasn't her fault she was curious... okay out and out nosy. "No, no more fake names or alias' I've finally got a real name I'm happy with and I'm sticking with it." She didn't mean to spoil his fun.
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Owen smiled up at Lyssa. “Me too. I didn’t think I’d be happy, but I am now.” He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, playing with the ends of it. Wrapping it around his fingers, he started to say something else, but just yawned again.
“Okay. That’s it. Back to bed,” he muttered.
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She hadn't though she could be happy, she'd always assumed something would have killed by this point, if not the Agency then something else. She'd known a lot of something elses.
"What if I don't wanna move?" It was too much effort to do that but she had a feeling her neck especially would regret it if she didn't move given how she was lay and that she was oddly fascinated by what his fingers were doing.
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Owen snorted. "Come on. I'm tired. I'm cold. And this couch is not the most comfortable." He gave her his best pouty puppydog look and crawled out from under the blanket.
"Besides, there is more room in the bed."
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"Ugh." She rolled her eyes. "That's all you want to go back to bed for." She knew it wasn't, she just liked teasing him as much as he did her. "Oh fine." She tucked the blanket around her as she stood up then wondered why she was doing that.
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Owen smirked. "Not the only reason." He wrapped an arm around her, blanket and all, pulling her with him down the hallway. "I get cold without you. Happy?"
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She smiled at him, that was the best reason. "Yeah." She muttered sleepily, if a little more awake she might have left him holding just the blanket to beat him to bed. The bed that was a mess, had she really been expecting him to make it before he'd come to join her?
"Turn the alarm off, I'm not being woken up before either I'm ready or you."
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Owen crawled into bed and was happy when she was beside him. He didn't care that it was a mess. They both were types that they kicked the covers, rolled over incessantly, and pretty much never laid still for too long. In that regard, they were perfect for each other.
He went one step further and unplugged the alarm, before snuggling up beside her. "Sleep," he muttered.
Where: Owen's 'new' flat.
When: After this.
Rating: PG13 for swearing and cuteness.
Lyssa couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the flat she still wasn't used to, what had been happening or the residual effect of full moon. She rolled over again but still just wasn't comfortable so before she got even more tangled in the sheets or risked kicking Owen if she hadn't already done that. Then again if she had kicked him she doubted she wouldn't know about it. He'd make a fuss.
Carefully untangling herself from the sheets she grabbed the blanket that always ended up on the floor that should have been on the bottom of the bed. Throwing it around her she headed to the living room to attempt to sleep on the sofa. All else failed she could watch tv. She missed being able to sit at the big windows and watch the bay. She couldn't help that it still didn't quite feel right and like home to her as the other place was beginning to, yes she had some stuff there now but still. Lyssa curled up on the sofa let it get light then she could go out for a walk, find Jack or something.
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It wasn't long before Owen noticed Lyssa was gone. It wasn't right away either. When he slept, he might as well have been dead. It was when he rolled over to cuddle up to her that he woke up, because the pillow wasn't as warm or as soft as she was. At first, he thought he was dreaming, till he took a good look around the bedroom. No, it was no dream. It was a reality. It was the flat that still didn't feel like it was really his. He missed the windows too. He missed everything. He just didn't feel 'comfortable' in this one.
Pulling on some boxers, he padded out to the living room and moved to stand behind the sofa. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a half hug. "Hey," he croaked, his voice still gravelly. "What are you doing up this fucking early?"
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Lyssa heard Owen moving before he appeared. "Couldn't sleep." She sounded better than he did but still had the first words spoken thing going on. Lyssa looked up at him and smiled. She hadn't woken him up directly that counted for somthing with her and it was nice to have his company but she'd have liked them both to still be asleep.
Resting her head against his arm she figured at least she could be honest with him about one of the possible reasons she was having trouble sleeping. "This place doesn't feel like home." It still seemed a little hesitent to her the way she'd said that. Lyssa was worried that she might have upset Owen in some way.
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Owen nodded his head in agreement with her. He hated to see her upset, but he felt the same way that she did about the flat. It wasn't a bad flat, it was just very 'different' "It really doesn't. Maybe we can redecorate or something," he murmured into her ear. One hand rubbed up and down her upper arm, squeezing her shoulder lightly. "Not like I can bust the wall out and make windows, but something."
His head tilted to the side and he kissed and nuzzled her cheekbone. He wasn't sure if he wanted to move or just stand there and snuggle up to her. He was too lazy to be buggered enough to move. "Sorry luv."
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"Redecorate." She repeated, considering it in her head she didn't know where to start with that idea. Maybe she could just secretly start looking for another place then and only if she found the perfect place that she knew he'd like would she bring the idea up and drag him to see it in hopes that they might move. New place that they both liked.
She turned around and knelt on the sofa so she was facing him. "Don't be." It was something out of their control after all. She gave him a kiss not caring about the fact they both still had morning breath or that the blanket would fall and she'd be naked. She could be good on occasion and end up naked not wanting anything more...
So maybe she thought about pulling him over the back of the sofa but reached to pull the blanket back around her instead.
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"Oi!"
Owen moved around the sofa and settled beside her. Lifting the blanket, he made her share it as he wrapped his arms around her, head resting against her shoulder. He sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying the intimacy of the moment. They were two people snuggled under a blanket, he just wished they had the windows like the other flat had. What had made him want to fucking move? What was wrong with his other self. Fucking prat.
"Can do whatever you want. Just no tearing down the walls without asking," he teased.
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She gave up the blanket to share easily, maybe a sign she was tired and put her arms around him under it. She missed the windows more then too, it would have been a practically perfect way to watch the sun rise like that. Lyssa gave a little snort of laughter at the idea of taking a sledgehammer or something to the walls. "What about we move?" She chewed on her lip as she suggested it. "Somewhere we both like, can be our first proper place together?"
The other one she'd moved in with him, it was his flat that they'd ended sharing, this... this wasn't either of theirs it was a reminder of someone he could have been if time hadn't changed. Thinking about it like that made it slightly more creepy to her.
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Owen thought about it. He liked the idea of moving into a flat together. Sure, it was a big step, and maybe a little scary, but no more than getting married. And they had already done that, hadn’t they? Finding a flat might be a very good thing for them.
“I say yes.” He looked up at her and held up an index finger. “With some stipulations… We look at a few. No picking the first one just because it has a big bloody closet for all your shoes. And if it’s nice, we can do a flat warming party or some shit.”
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"Big windows and a water view isn't that much to ask for in a place is it?" She hoped it wouldn't be that hard for them to find a place they liked with those things.
"I have three pairs of shoes at the moment Owen. And one pair are slippers." She wasn't sure if that was hilariously funny or she should be rightfully upset about it. Though it was fair she was still building up her wardrobe again. "And we could have a party anyway, maybe we need it, after all I did kidnap you to go get married on a distant planet." She giggled reaching to grab his finger.
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"Yes, but I remember you having much more shoes. And if I have my way, you'll have those shoes again. Just don't make me sit through bloody Sex and the City again, okay? You can have the damn closet and anything else you want. Won't change that." He kissed her shoulder and let his hands gently slide up and down her arms. She really had him wrapped around her finger. Not like he'd admit it to anyone else, but she did.
"I know. I miss looking out the window. I know you do too." His smile faded a little and his brow scrunched up as he frowned. "There must be something on the water that we can afford?" He tilted his head to the side. "Maybe we should get Jack to make you a real agent. Put you in the system so you can draw a paycheck?" Then she can finance her bloody shoes, purses, and whatever without his credit card screaming at him. "Need a new outfit for this party. One of those new home, new couple, wedding shit things all rolled into one."
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"I remember the pairs that you loved to see me in." She grinned, "That was only... one time and it wasn't like you were watching anything else, I was curious about it and don't deny there were episodes you enjoyed!" She knew it but she'd do anything to keep him safe in return. They worked because they worked, it wasn't meant to be understood by anyone else.
That was an example of how he knew her because she did miss it. "Yeah I do." When he frowned she reached up to try and make it so he wasn't. Silly thing to do but she hadn't slept so much. "We can start looking... sometime." Her turn to frown. "I am a real agent and what's wrong with what I'm currently wearing?" Which was nothing though she would argue it was a blanket and him. "But, sure you can talk to him about that. Sometime, whenever."
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"Those heels with the stockings were especially hot." He sighed and just sat there, snuggled up to her. Everything was so different now. And he loved her, but he hated it. "I didn't like any of that shit. The girls were fucked up and the sex wasn't even believable." He snorted, turning his head and nuzzling her neck.
"You pick. Start looking online and shit. When you find one, we'll go check it out. After we've seen a few, we'll pick one." He grinned, looking up at her. "I trust you."
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"I'll make sure I get them replaced." Lyssa wanted to tell him that she still had the most important thing in her life with her. Of course that was him and the rest would get sorted out. It was for the most material things they could but their friends... that would take longer. "And do you ever think anything like that is real on tv?" She teased and hating that he could make her feel the way she did then. Torn between jumping him and wanting to sleep.
"I'll spend my day looking for places. Might be fun getting to be nosy." That was part of the fun of getting to look at houses wasn't it? Seeing little bits of other peoples lives.
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Owen had to admit, he didn’t like to be sappy or sentimental, but he would do it for her. There was just something about her. He hadn’t felt that way since Diane, and even then had been hard. He could open up to Lyssa in a way that he never understood before. It felt a little closer with the weevil thing. He just felt like she knew him more than anyone else.
“I bet you will,” he muttered. At least he said it rather good naturedly with a smile, not a frown. “Credit queen, that’s what you should be, not a bloody weevil queen.” He winked up at her. “There is nothing real on tv except crap like hollyoaks and football wives. It’s all shit.”
He paused, thinking it over. “You always have been a nosy bird. Still, might be fun. You can even make up fake names if you want. An alias. Really play with them if you don’t like the flat.” Yes he was evil.
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Contrary to what Lyssa said about her previous experiences and adventures there was one thing she'd not let anyone in on in a very long time. Her ship and it had meant the world to her that she had been able to show him some of the universe out there that she had.
"I don't want to be. I'd take queen of the weevils any day because you're king." She yawned, she didn't mean to then but she did. "Sorry." She tried to stop another. "We never really find time to watch that much tv." It was probably a good thing.
It wasn't her fault she was curious... okay out and out nosy. "No, no more fake names or alias' I've finally got a real name I'm happy with and I'm sticking with it." She didn't mean to spoil his fun.
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Owen smiled up at Lyssa. “Me too. I didn’t think I’d be happy, but I am now.” He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, playing with the ends of it. Wrapping it around his fingers, he started to say something else, but just yawned again.
“Okay. That’s it. Back to bed,” he muttered.
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She hadn't though she could be happy, she'd always assumed something would have killed by this point, if not the Agency then something else. She'd known a lot of something elses.
"What if I don't wanna move?" It was too much effort to do that but she had a feeling her neck especially would regret it if she didn't move given how she was lay and that she was oddly fascinated by what his fingers were doing.
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Owen snorted. "Come on. I'm tired. I'm cold. And this couch is not the most comfortable." He gave her his best pouty puppydog look and crawled out from under the blanket.
"Besides, there is more room in the bed."
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"Ugh." She rolled her eyes. "That's all you want to go back to bed for." She knew it wasn't, she just liked teasing him as much as he did her. "Oh fine." She tucked the blanket around her as she stood up then wondered why she was doing that.
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Owen smirked. "Not the only reason." He wrapped an arm around her, blanket and all, pulling her with him down the hallway. "I get cold without you. Happy?"
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She smiled at him, that was the best reason. "Yeah." She muttered sleepily, if a little more awake she might have left him holding just the blanket to beat him to bed. The bed that was a mess, had she really been expecting him to make it before he'd come to join her?
"Turn the alarm off, I'm not being woken up before either I'm ready or you."
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Owen crawled into bed and was happy when she was beside him. He didn't care that it was a mess. They both were types that they kicked the covers, rolled over incessantly, and pretty much never laid still for too long. In that regard, they were perfect for each other.
He went one step further and unplugged the alarm, before snuggling up beside her. "Sleep," he muttered.
