Day One: Mac
"I'm fine Veronica really."
"What did he do?" She asks her voice a quiet threatening thing and it warms something in her that Veronica is so willing to go to the mat for her. She doesn't even need to know all the facts all she needs is a name and a direction. It's a powerful and comforting feeling.
"He just startled me, I did it to myself." She tells her putting a hand over hers, her wound has already been cleaned, by Dick, with his surprisingly gentle fingers. She finds her mind wandering to what else he'd be so gentle at with those fingers and her face suddenly flushes.
"You're sure? He can't hear you, you can tell me if he did anything."
"Does Dick like the ballet?" she finds herself asking and Veronica laughs for a solid minute.
"Why you want to ask him to the ballet?" she's got her hand pressed to her face to keep her laughter inside causing her to shake the bed with the confided energy, "I don't think he's ever sat still that long in his life. The girls in next to nothing I'm sure he'd approve of but no I'm pretty sure he doesn't like the ballet. I'm pretty sure the only things Dick likes are," she starts to count off her fingers, "video games, easy babes, beer, Logan, and surfing."
"Yeah you're probably right." she nods and pushes herself up off the bed, "so did you manage to get the last of my stuff into the Saturn Mars?"
"I thought the deal was that we'd shlup boxes if you rigged up an amazing borderline illegal entertainment unit Missy. No boxes are leaving that suv until I see some surround."
Mac lets out a sigh but smiles, "fine fine." Veronica jumps up from the bed and slings an arm around her best girlfriend and starts walking her out of the room, "why did I agree to live with you again?"
"Easy," Veronica's smile is mega watt and her eyes are sparkling and her arm comes snugger against her body and there's none of that scared desperate girl who had begged her to move in with her and she's glad because if she thought smart confident Veronica was hard to deny desperate verge of tears (fake or not) is impossible., "you love me."
"Oh right, I forgot." Mac smiles at her as they descend the wide staircase into the brightly light main floor. The house is just beautiful, all natural light flooding into every corner from the large windows that lead out onto the deck and onto the beach, The house is up on a little ridge that gives it just enough height to not really see the beach when you look out the windows from here, just ocean, "The view doesn't hurt either." she concedes ducking out of Veronica's embrace and heading towards the living room where she still has speakers and wires and cables littered all over the place.
As she busies herself with the construction of the best entertainment system anyone has seen her mind keeps flitting back and forth to ballet dancers that Dick has no right knowing and the soft warmth of his touch.
It takes her three solid hours of work to wire everything, all consoles up and running, a little mini server for movies and storage racked in back, speakers in all appropriate places, she stopped short of putting speakers throughout the house. She would need to pull out drywall to really do it properly and this wasn't her house. She'd see if she could get Logan and Dick to approve some technical upgrades at a later date. She'd ply them with alcohol at some point and get it in writing.
"Done!" She yells out, arms spread wide so they can observe her magnum opus.
Veronica and Logan tramp down the stairs and Dick re-enters from the deck.
"Done? It looks the same?" Logan tells her sitting down on the couch, Veronica and Dick follow suit, "I mean speakers sure but I don't see how that can be traded for hauling all your crap."
Mac puts a hand to her heart and powers up the system, "Shhh baby he didn't mean it." She coos to the system, running a hand along the flat screen. She takes the remote and sits down on the couch between Veronica and Dick and allows her hard work to speak for itself.
The interface is simple and she flits between consoles with ease, scrolls though her music collection, starting Pet Sounds, she can see Dick smile out of the corner of her eye. His body is close to hers, unlike Veronica he hadn't shifted in order to give her the space she required, his leg was almost right up against hers, the heat from him was rolling off in waves. Surely from the sun he'd been drowning in rather than some sort of body chemistry thing.
"Okay that's pretty good but what about movies?" Logan asks he's leaning against the arm of the couch looking at her like he knows something. It's a Veronica look and she finds she likes the look even less on Logan.
She presses a different button and the menu for the tv and movies she has stored on her hard drive pop up in beautiful folders with the option of trailers. He's suitably impressed.
"So when do we get our stuff on this thing?" He asks.
"Give me your media and I will make magic." She tells him and in fact them all because she really has no desire to explain any of the back door workings of it even if it's simple. It's simple to her, but she doesn't want to take the magic out of it for them, or make herself seem less of a genius.
Veronica gets up from the couch and starts heading to the door.
"Where are you going?"
Veronica makes a big show of being put upon, "To shlep. Come on Logan, Dick you too."
"What?" Dick cries out from beside her moving slightly to look at Veronica and succeeding in rubbing his leg against hers. She can feel a heat pool in her gut that is completely unwelcome, "I didn't make a deal with her to move her shit. You made your own bed."
Logan gets off the couch and follows Veronica, "Come on Dick I'll buy you something pretty."
They are left alone in the room for a moment before Dick pushes himself up off the couch, "So I give you my movies and boxsets and shit and you magic them onto the tv?" He asks all she does is nod, looking up at him noticing not for the first time how pretty he is, "cool." He heads towards the door to help with her boxes.
"I'm not putting any porn on the tv computer." she warns him and he stops in the middle of a step to turn back at her.
"What? Come on big screen porn? Like you don't want that too. Don't lie to yourself Mackie darling, it's always the quiet ones." he tells her pointing at her.
Before she can think too hard about what she's saying the words fly out of her mouth, "Then you must be dead weight in the sack." she watches his eyes widen, her whole body contracts, way to go Cindy insult Dick on his skills in bed, he only owns the house you live in. He smiles brightly for a moment, like he's proud of her or something.
"My sweet Cindy, just say the word." he tells her before disappearing out the door to help with her boxes.
She wonders briefly what exactly that word would be, if it'd be yes or something dirty or something completely random. Rutabaga? Sega? Oh god why is she even thinking about that.