Kinda worried that no one is reading this anymore...but I'm updating anyway. We'll see I suppose? I try not to post angst when I'm feeling angsty because I'm odd like that...so this is just...something.
Matter of Time
It's all just a matter of time.
There is a timer sitting beside the experiment on the examination table. It's set to go off in ten minutes and forty-five seconds. Marluxia notes this and turns to stare at the man crouched beside it, scribbling in his notebook.
Ten minutes and twenty-two seconds.
When the timer goes off, Vexen will, because he always does, immediately move the experiment…this time it's a series of tubes interlocked and filled with brightly colored liquid…from the examination table to the counter beside it to let it settle. Marluxia will just have to be patient until then. Marluxia hates being patient.
Nine minutes and four seconds.
Vexen's hair is pulled back…he almost never pulls his hair back. Marluxia wonders what the change is all about, at the same time wanting to reach out and pull the tie away and run his fingers forcefully through the blonde strands. He can see the scientist glare at him every now and then out of the corner of his eyes. Marluxia doesn't ever ask for permission to be here and he never gives a reason either…though he hopes that by now the reason should always be obvious.
Eight minutes and eighteen seconds.
He's tempted to move now, but he knows how Vexen gets if something he's working on is ruined…especially if the something ruining the something he's working on is Marluxia. Marluxia blinks, replaying his last thought over in his mind. Something, something, something…too many somethings…he likes to hope he's intelligent enough for a decent vocabulary…he decides to blame Vexen for distracting him.
Seven minutes and nine seconds.
Vexen's got ink smudged on his fingers. Marluxia is normally very strict about cleanliness. It disturbs him whenever something is messy or out of place. Somehow though, this is just endearing…as endearing as anything someone as grumpy and unreachable as Vexen can do at least.
Six minutes and thirty seconds.
Vexen glares at him again and Marluxia gives him a cheeky wave of his fingers. No Vexen, he's not planning on leaving any time soon. And no, scowling like that isn't going to make him decide to.
Five minutes and forty-eight seconds.
Zexion walks in, carrying a stack of papers. He stops to give Marluxia a look which is both questioning and uninterested at once. It's also considerably disdainful and Marluxia is annoyed but says nothing. He wouldn't call Zexion and Vexen friends, but he knows that Vexen would rather defend Zexion than Marluxia. Which is a shame considering…
Four minutes and twenty-nine seconds.
Zexion is still standing next to Vexen, going over some papers in quick, mumbling conversation. Marluxia attempted to eavesdrop for a few moments, but found that he didn't really understand any of what was being said anyway.
Three minutes and eleven seconds.
Marluxia doesn't know what could be so damn interesting about what they're looking at anyway. They've got that look…the one Larxene gets when she's received some shiny new toy, or a new victim to play with…it's obviously something interesting…to about point two percent of the population…
Two minutes and two seconds.
Zexion really needs to leave. Really.
One minutes and fifteen seconds.
Zexion's finally gone and Marluxia bites back a relieved sigh. Time's almost up…he isn't sure what he'd have done if Zexion had still been there when the timer went off. Marluxia has convinced himself to wait that allotted time…and that's all…
Forty-three seconds.
Marluxia shifts impatiently. As if knowing what's coming, Vexen sits up and sets his papers aside. The timer rings and he picks the tray holding the experiment up, setting it on the counter, just as he always does. He waits.
Three, two seconds…one…
Marluxia pounces, wrapping all four limbs around Vexen as he careens them both into the examination table, dragging them up onto it. He straddles Vexen's hips with a devilish grin and Vexen sighs. There's nothing in the experiment tubes but brightly colored water…he just really had to get some work done before Marluxia's inevitable interruption. He looks up in time for Marluxia to bite softly on his neck.
It was all just a matter of time.
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