Don't have much to say about this chapter, other than that it took a while to write. I think it's sweet, and sensual in numerous ways. Oh, the sweetness of it all. Tell me about any mistakes you spot please. Sorry I don't have much else to say, but then, many of you prolly don't care :)
Well, enjoy your read.
One month later~
Not a whole had happened in the past month. Time had misted over the island like a dull candle in the midst of a wildfire, which is to say, that it was almost entirely unnoticeable to Plastic Beach's only residents. It may as well have been the same day as the day before, or even the week before. No one cared, no one gave any mind; everyone was content for the time being, until one resident began a reign of constant complaint, as he always had done before. His creation still had yet to come to work properly, and he was well over waiting for the damn thing, but he didn't dare come to the only one who could fix his creation. She was busy tending to other matters, and nearly bit his head off when he came into her lighthouse yelling at the top of his lungs. Sure, she appreciated him keeping secret of her and her lover's reconciliation, but she would not allow him to tell her what to do. She would take a look at that cyborg twin of her when she saw fit, which wouldn't be happening for at least a day or so.
So here she was, her eyes dull and tired, but her cheeks rosy and her complexion seemingly healthy. She is still underweight, and has some recovering to go, but the past month with her lover had taken its toll. He was with her almost constantly, up until the past two days. With him, she'd grown healthier and happier, and her stress had blown away for the most part; at least, with her demons anyway. They never bothered her, when he was near, and now that she was his, they seemed to have disappeared. The lovers hadn't melted together since that first night he'd taken her, but they hadn't needed to, though there were signs they may have wanted to. But they couldn't risk it, what with the step up from her father-figure, he'd been keeping an ever-watchful eye on her. Sure, he would never be able to catch them in the act, thank the heavens for that, but the woman knew that her lover would crack if her father began pressing him again. Of course, with the recent happenings that left her lover incapacitated, there wasn't much that her father could worry about.
Again, here she was, coming back down to the shore from being up in the kitchen far above in the castle. She had plenty of water, she had plenty of easy food for an upset stomach, but the only thing she had wanted or needed was medicine, but as her father clearly stated, "There ain't much ya can do fo' a virus." So with a sigh, she decided all she could do was sit by her lover's side as she watched him deteriorate in front of her, and only hope that his sickness would pass soon. She wasn't worried –it was only a simple virus. But still, she hated watching him so miserable, shivering beneath the covers as he sweated it out in their clean sheets and blankets, which probably weren't clean any longer.
She entered the lighthouse, closing the door behind her, and placed the food on the table in the lounge. The water bottle still in hand, she took the steps slowly into their room, and grinned when she saw him lying there upon their bed. He was asleep, though his slumber was anything but peaceful. He shifted and rolled over constantly, his mouth opened as he struggled for breath through his nose. She moved to him, climbing into the bed, placing the water on the nightstand within her reach. She laid down beside him, his body facing her, and stared at his face, seemingly tranquil in his slumber, aside from his constant wheezing. She bit her lip, speculating how it was that simply seeing his face could take her away to a place where she felt at home and safe. As he exhaled again, his warm breath caressed her face, and she grinned to herself, leaning forward to kiss his lips gently. He sighed, though it sounded odd with his plugged up nose, and he opened his tired eyes with a lopsided smile. He tangled his fingers in her short hair, pulling her face to him as he kissed her deeply, but too soon, he had to move away to get air. "'Ello, love," he whispered to her in a sickly voice. She smiled, but pouted her lips when he turned away from her, covering his mouth as he coughed violently, and he curled his lip in disgust when he sputtered mucus onto his hand. She turned, reaching for a tissue and a bottle of disinfectant, and then faced him as he turned back to her, lying his head to rest on the pillow once more. He watched her as she took his hand in hers and wiped away the mucus, and after discarding the soiled tissue, then squirted the disinfectant into her palm, rubbing his hand between hers.
She reached forward, feeling his head with the palm of her hand, his face hot and flushed. "How are you feeling, 2D-kun?" She asked him softly, shifting to hand him her water bottle. He took it, draining its contents quickly, and he sighed, grinning when he looked to her again.
"Bettuh nuh tha' I've muh Noodle-lurv aguhn," he told her, his speech prominently distorted by his clogged nasal passages. She smiled, brushing her hands through his hair as she kissed his forehead. 2D groaned, and shifted his body, lying on his back to press his hands against his head as it began to pound painfully with the congestion that had built up. Noodle only watched him, her face doleful as he continued to shift with his clear discomfort, and she grimaced when he moaned. As another drop of sweat slid from his forehead, Noodle ran her hand along his face, his skin hot, and he stared at her through his lidded vision while she leaned over him, pushing the blanket away from his body. He shivered as the cool air began to brush over him, and moaned when she began pulling his shirt up his body. "Nooo," he wined in a low voice. "Ih's cold… I duhn wanna take muh shirt awf," he complained. She smirked when he made no move to attempt to stop her as she continued pulling his shirt over his head.
His head slumped back into the pillow now that he was shirtless, and Noodle moved, now pulling his socks free of his feet, his toes curling with the cold air that hit them. He mumbled, scrunching his face, but he grinned when Noodle laid down beside him, tenderly petting his hair and kissing his forehead. He turned to face her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head against her neck as she continued to pet his hair, the both of them ready to just fall asleep again. She studied him carefully from the corner of her eye, combing through his hair gently while he began to lick his lips, his eyes closed as he felt a burning in his esophagus. He felt his stomach bubbling, and his throat began to become overbearingly heavy. As his face began to turn a slight shade of green, Noodle immediately moved, getting off of the bed. She took a bewildered 2D by his hands and began struggling to pull him toward her.
"2D-kun," she called him. "Come on, get up," her voice was muffled in his ears, and he only knew that someone was trying to take him from the comfort of his bed. He groaned, shaking his head, but that only made his nausea all the worse. "Come on, 2D-kun. You need to get up," she begged him, pulling him further, and he clung to the bedside as he placed his feet out onto the floor, wheezing through his mouth.
"Whah do I 'ave tuh geh uhp," he asked her, rubbing his arm beneath his nose as he pulled himself to stand, his knees a bit unsteady beneath him.
"Because if you don't, you will vomit all over yourself," she told him, eyeing him warily as he took a step. He nodded in understanding, twisting his face when he sneezed, and Noodle reached over to hand him a tissue. He wiped his nose, tossing the tissue, then hung his arm over her shoulders while she wrapped her arms around his waist as she guided him to the stairs, and he pressed his hand against the wall as they carefully took the steps down. He groaned, his feet heavy as he carried himself, and she was afraid he would collapse on top of her before they got to the bathroom, but somehow, they managed.
Noodle led him to the toilet, his eyes drooping shut as they stopped in front of the porcelain bowl, and he sneered when he felt the acid in his stomach churning uncomfortably, and gradually pushing its way up his throat. Slowly, he lowered himself, setting down on his knees while Noodle moved away for a moment, taking a hand towel and soaking it in the cold water of the sink. He hunched over, grasping his stomach with both hands, leaning over the toilet and moaning when he felt a stabbing in his abdomen, his face became unbearably hot as his throat grew heavier while the nausea consumed him. He took in a deep, raunchy-tasting breath as the pooling of the contents of his stomach shoved itself upwards, and Noodle combed his hair out of his face with gentle fingers as he began to retch, his throat burning as he vomited painfully. After a round of upchuck, he ran his tongue over his teeth, spitting what was left in his mouth out into the bowl. He shivered when his body became cold again, and Noodle moved around him, flushing the toilet, then wiping his face with the cloth in her hand. "Do you feel any better," she asked him quietly. He looked up to her with glossy black eyes, his face pale, and gave her a nod. She grinned sadly, and lightly kissed his cheek. Cautiously, 2D stood to his feet once more, wobbling as he moved to the sink, running the water. He took a cup sitting on the counter, filling it to bring it to his lips, and then rinsed out the putrid taste in his mouth.
"Didn' t'is 'appun 'afore," he asked her, thinking back to the first day she'd been back, and he'd been the one caring for her when she'd been in his position. She grinned, her thoughts in the same place as his, and she nodded to him as he looked to her from the corner of his eyes. He smirked as he brought the cup back to his mouth, sipping from it, and then spitting out the water into the sink. "Cahn I guh bahk tuh bed now," he mumbled with a pathetic grin, and she smiled as she nodded. He bit his lip, still grinning as he took a gentle hold of her hand, and slowly, they moved back up to their room, climbing into the bed together. With a tired sigh, 2D pulled Noodle onto his chest as he laid on his back, and she ran her fingers in circles over his chest as she rested on top of him, their legs tangled together. He moved his hand to her head, lazily combing his fingers through her hair as he rested, glad to have Noodle as his blanket now. "Fank yuh, love," he breathed, coughing, "Fo' takun care uhv muh," he finished, now feeling lightheaded. She lifted her head now, looking down at him with a blank face. He smiled, and she shifted to kiss his lips lightly. He pulled her back to him when she moved away, capturing her lips again, not wanting to end the kiss, but he had to pull away when he couldn't breath, and she grinned, chuckling when he pouted his lips.
"You need to rest, 2D-kun," she whispered in his ear. She pecked his cheek as she moved her face away, and then rested her head against his neck. He sighed, content for the time being as he cuddled her closer, shivering as his body underwent another heat flash, and the shrill air hit him once more. Noodle loved the feel of them breathing against each other as she rested atop him, and he made her feel so small within his arms, but then, she was. She grimaced when she felt her own stomach churning, worried that she may be catching his sickness, but at the same time, she could care less, as long as 2D was feeling better before she started retching. She could take care of herself.
When 2D woke early into the next day, he was befuddled to find that Noodle wasn't next to him, and he moved from their bed, going downstairs to search for her, but he was immediately drawn to the lavatory when he'd heard her in there. Almost exactly as she had expected, 2D had recovered quickly, but now Noodle found herself leaning over the toilet, spilling the contents of her stomach, though it was empty, and moaning with the pain it caused her. With a guilty sigh, 2D took deliberate steps toward her, bending down behind her and pushing her hair out of her face as she leaned into him, her eyes heavy. After a moment, she heaved again, throwing her body forward as she retched violently into the toilet. 2D rubbed his hand against her face as her body heaved while she continued to vomit. When her fit had finally ceased, she coughed, setting down on her bottom roughly, and 2D reached for a dry hand towel, then pulled her against him as he gently wiped the sweat from her skin. "Sorry, love," he apologized, his throat still sore from yesterday.
She hummed and shook her head. "I'm fine, 2D-kun," she told him quietly. "I knew I would get sick… but I don't care," she sighed. He grinned, brushing his hands through her hair. After a moment of rest, 2D snaked his arms around Noodle's waist, pushing his side into the wall for support as he then stood to his feet, pulling her with him. Once they were on their feet, Noodle turned in his embrace, facing him, and rested her head against his chest as she yawned. She felt the urge to laugh as she closed her eyes for a moment. She'd just been spilling her guts a moment ago, but though that was the case, she couldn't help but want to go up to the kitchen right now and consume everything that she could find. She moved her face, gazing at 2D and he stared down at her tenderly. He made a move to kiss her, but she stopped him, placing her hand on his lips. He pulled back, bewildered, but she grinned goofily. "I need to brush my teeth first," she giggled. She pulled away, and cleaned out her mouth until all she could taste was the comforting burning of the sting that the toothpaste brought to her. She then rinsed her mouth out thoroughly, and once she was done, 2D smirked, pulling her back to him. She gasped as he turned her, capturing her lips with his own, and she smiled when she felt the rough fuzz of his face brushing against her skin, since he'd yet to shave for the past few days. She sighed as he pulled away and then kissed her again, pulling and massaging against her lips. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her against him, and she hummed into his mouth as he snuck his fingers beneath her shirt, caressing her stomach with his rough fingers.
"Feelin' betteh, love," he spoke against her lips, trailing his hand down her side. She nodded, standing on her toes to hug her arms around his neck and pull herself closer.
"Much better," she whispered, kissing his neck, and he shuddered, capturing her lips again. She smiled to herself, wondering if she could affect him in the same way he affected her, but though she would enjoy taking the time to find out, her body had other ideas.
She closed her eyes, and 2D became confused when she pulled her face away. She took in a deep breath as her head became hot, her body becoming weak and numb. 2D took a gentle hold of her chin, moving her face to look to him, and he frowned when he saw how pale she'd grown in such a short time. "Noodle? You don' look so good, love," he told her, clearly worried. As her body became hot, and her vision clouded, her knees became weak and she began to slide to the floor. 2D caught her as she began to slump against him with a tired moan, and he looked at her pallid face through worried eyes. After a moment, the feeling seemingly washed over her, and she was able to find stability on her own feet, but the weariness was still clearly evident. 2D only stared at her, unsure of what to say as she took a step away, her hand on her head as it pounded with a dull ache.
She looked up to him, her eyes lidded over, and she gave a small grin. "I need to eat," she yawned. His brow furrowed as he looked at her questioningly, and she only shrugged. With a nod, he took her hand, smiling softly as they both exited the lighthouse together, but 2D became confused when Noodle took a few steps behind him, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, and as he came to understand what she was doing, he chuckled. He crouched slightly, and he took a firm hold of each of her legs as she climbed on his back, kissing his neck, then resting her chin on his shoulder as he began to take the steps up to the entrance. It was odd to him, thinking about the past month. Sure, he wouldn't have minded being able to melt with Noodle again, but what was odd to him was that he felt he didn't need to. In all of his past relationships, he felt that sex was the only way he ever really had to connect with the women like Paula or Rachel, but with Noodle, sure sex was amazing –hell, it had been the single greatest night in his life –but with Noodle, even something as simple as holding her hand, or even the way he was carrying her on his back in this moment was awing and made him feel good about himself. He'd never felt more connected with anyone simply by looking into their eyes, and not having to utter a single word; that was something only he and Noodle would ever share. They were both quiet now, as they'd been for a couple of minutes, but still they felt that invigorating sense of peace between them.
Once they had gotten to the study, Noodle let herself slide to the floor, and intertwined her fingers with 2D's as they walked toward the lounge, their destination being the kitchen. She rested her head against his arm as they walked side by side, and he smiled to himself as he looked down to her, wanting nothing more than to feel this way with her every moment until the day he died. When they made it to the kitchen, they went their separate ways, though that didn't put much distance between them. They were continually close as they shifted through the room, looking for anything to eat. Noodle found it unusual that Russel hadn't been in the kitchen, as he normally would be, but she didn't give it much concern. He had been distracting himself with his reading and his projects lately, but also with just throwing down some beats in the recording studio. The both of them shrugged it off, just glad that it was quiet for the time being. They sat across from one another as they ate, Noodle concentrating on her bowl of oatmeal, while 2D bit into his bagel, all the while he was missing the greasy, cheesy taste of pizza.
Noodle leaned back in her chair as she ate, staring at the table in front of her as she brought her bowl closer to herself. 2D smirked while he watched her. She did that a lot, but much more often lately: she would stare at seemingly nothing, her mind drifting off and taking her places 2D could only assume were wonderful, simply because it was her thinking of such places. Sometimes, what really sent shivers down his spine, was when he would catch Noodle trailing her eyes over him. She may not have meant to do it, and sometimes he would find that even he did it often, but when he saw the paths that her eyes wandered down, he wanted to go with her. He wanted to go to the places her eyes were taking her as she stared off into space, and lose himself in her touch. It had been years since 2D had been able to just watch Noodle, studying every little thing she did, even some things she had done since he'd known her, and he loved every little thing he found about her... and he still loved the tranquility of it all. He adored being able to sit quietly with her, and still feel completely connected. He had never known what it was about Kong, about being in Murdoc's band all these years that he had loved so much, but he'd finally found the answer. It had been her –it had always been her.
2D shook his head, blinking when Noodle stood to her feet, and moved to place her dishes in the sink. She saw him watching her from the corner of her eye, and she grinned as she began stepping back toward him slowly. Now finished with his own food, 2D turned in his seat to face her as she came up to him, and he wound his arms around her back when she was close enough. She smiled, kissing his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you thinking about 2D-kun? You've been awfully quiet," she asked him, kissing him again. He smiled, pulling her face to his when she moved away slightly.
"Lots of fings, love," he answered quietly. He trailed his hand up her side, and she closed her eyes with a sigh as the burning from his touch seeped into her skin. With a soft grin, 2D kissed her throat, and she hummed, brushing her fingers through his hair.
"Like what," she breathed, hugging herself closer to him. She kissed his cheek, and he smiled impishly.
"How diff'ren yew are," he told her, grazing his nose against her jaw. She pulled back, her face painted with abashment as she looked away from him. 2D grimaced, shaking his head slowly as he took a tender hold of her face with both hands. "I didn' mean ih like tha', love," he spoke, kissing her lips multiple times, and she bit her lip when he stopped, resting her head against his shoulder. He scooted close to the edge of the chair, hugging her close as he gently rocked her from side to side from where she stood. "Yew know I dun care abou' yew changin' Noodle," he crooned. She nodded, but still, she hadn't thought about the topic in a while. She thought it impossible that he could ever see through the scars and the imperfections that had marked her and changed her both mentally and physically. Yet here he was, holding her close and kissing her skin as though none of it mattered. But then, maybe it didn't. She looked to him, and as she met his eyes, he bent forward, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss she never wanted to end. "Yew know whot's not fair," he spoke, continually pecking her lips.
"What, 2D-kun," she asked him, moving her hand to his face and grazing her fingers beneath his eye, then over the short whiskers of his jaw.
He smirked as he spoke again, "When I wos sick yestaday, I couldn' 'ardly breathe, an' I couldn' even leave te room… and 'ere yew are," he ran his hand down her side, and she shivered, "Eatin' when if I'da done tha, I'd be settin next ta the loo again." He pouted his lips, and she giggled, now moving both hands to his face as she kissed his lips, and he grinned.
"Maybe my body can handle it just a teensy bit better than yours," she spoke softly, her face unbearably close to his as her breath swept over his skin. He smirked, sighing while he kissed her again as he closed his eyes, and she brushed her hand along his face, smitten with the rough feel of the stubble he'd yet to shave away. He grumbled low into her mouth, and she shuddered, nipping his lip as he pulled away, only to kiss her again, sucking on her lips adoringly.
"Yew two look like er couple o' fockin' birds fightin' over a worm," Murdoc sniggered, currently leaning against the doorframe and taking a deep drag from his cigar after he'd happened upon the two. They jumped, startled when they heard his voice, and pulled away from one another, but Noodle remained leaned against 2D. She turned her gaze to Murdoc, a light blush on her face as she looked to him, her breathing slightly unsteady. 2D bowed his head, biting his lip angrily now that the bassist had intruded upon them, but he sighed to himself, realising that it was much more preferable for Murdoc to have stumbled upon them in that moment than Russel. Murdoc scoffed, "We eat in 'ere, yeh know. I'd like ter not 'ave ter think abou' yew two shaggin' every time I go ta grab meself somethin' ter eat," he grumbled, flicking the ash from his cigar away before placing the stick back in his mouth. 2D smirked, but he was slightly confused. How had Murdoc known about the two of them? And further more, why wasn't he angry about it? He would never understand what was going on in that sadistic mind of the Satanic bassist. Noodle swallowed back the lump in her throat, and Murdoc arched his eyebrow, "Whot'sa matteh? Tongue-tied," he cackled.
"Did you need anything, Murdoc-san," Noodle asked him, staring intently into his eyes. She trusted he wouldn't say anything –he'd said it himself after all. He didn't give a damn about any of the situation, but she had the feeling he cared somewhat, even if he was too full of himself to allow anyone to see it. He sniffed as he crossed his arms, and looked from Noodle, then to 2D with a grimace. He looked as though he were about to comment, but then he closed his mouth, and took in a deep breath before turning his attention back to Noodle.
He stood up straight, holding his cigar between his fingers as he spoke, "I know thin's 'ave been tense between us love… but, er… could yeh come an' take a look at me cyborg. Fookin' thing ain't workin," he asked her. Her eyes grew wide as she looked him over. He was sober, for now anyhow. He'd never asked for anything in such a composed manner before. She nodded to him slowly, and he gave a small nod back. He coughed when nobody made any move, and sneered, "Well, go on, gurly. Get to 'et then, I tell you," he grumbled. She nodded to herself, and with a sigh, she decided she may as well deal with the problem now, rather than put it off. She turned back to 2D, who stared at her through curious eyes, and she kissed his lips gently, hugging him around his neck.
He looked to her, his face unreadable, and she shifted to whisper in his ear before she pulled away, "I'll be back later." She kissed his cheek, and he grinned, cupping her face with his hand as she moved away from him, and finally left his embrace. As she went to through the doorframe, into the lounge, she stopped, turning to Murdoc as she waited for him to follow.
He looked to her over his shoulder. "Go on, love. I'll meet yeh at ter lift," he told her nonchalantly as he took another drag from his cigar, exhaling the thick smoke with a drawn out sigh. She continued on without him, entering the study, and once he was sure she was gone, Murdoc took his cigar, rubbing the smoldering end into his jeans, and then pocketing it. He strutted towards 2D, a scowl on his face, and 2D glared up at the man as he approached. Murdoc pointed an accusing finger at the singer, sneering as he spoke, "Yew listen 'ere, faceache, an' yew listen good. If I find out yer jus' usin' 'er fer a hanky-panky, I'monna fockin' feed yer ta tha' whale, an' let 'im chew off yer fookin' wang, yer got that," he threatened him, and 2D's face dropped, completely flabbergasted with Murdoc's attitude toward any of the situation. He was protecting Noodle? "I dun' fookin' care tha' yer doin 'et, but if I find ou' yer usin' 'er, or if yeh fockin' hurt 'er, I'monna kill yeh, 2-Dents," he spoke slowly, his voice dark. 2D swallowed, composing himself before he nodded to Murdoc, and now satisfied that he'd gotten his point across, the bassist grunted, and then turned tail as he left to catch up with their guitarist.
Back in the study, Noodle was leaning against the pillar that held the lift, her arms crossed over her stomach as she read the titles of the books that line the walls. Once she heard Murdoc marching toward her, with a sigh, she shifted, and pressed down on the button to call the lift. The doors opened seconds later, and they both entered, perturbed by the thick silence between them as they awaited the lift to take them to the engine room. "Love," Murdoc broke the silence. She made no move, but he knew she was listening as he looked down to her. "Er… I know we 'aven' always been ter closest o'people, but, er…" he scratched the hair of his neck as he spoke, and she finally moved her gaze to him, ever so slightly. "Why exactly 'ave yer been so bent with me?" He looked to her, his face masked with genuine confusion. She continued to only stare at Murdoc, and after a few tense seconds, he blinked, and shifted his eyes away from hers.
"Because, you tried to replace me… and you are unkind to 2D-kun," she told him, the lift's doors now giving way and allowing them to exit. Murdoc scoffed, and she looked to him again, her eyes narrowed.
"Yeh know as well as I do that's a load a fockin' rubbish," he retorted, moving ahead of her as they descended the few steps down to the operating table where the lifeless cyborg lay. She was about to question him, but he already knew the words that would leave her lips, so he decided to speak again. "Fer one thin' the cyborg never seemed ter botha yeh before, and secondly… I've been an arse ta the dullard the momen' I ran 'im down with me fookin Vauxhall Astra, an' things 'aven changed much since, gurly," he chastised her, and she glared at him, but she felt winded with this information. She'd never really thought clearly about why she was upset with Murdoc lately. He nodded to himself as she remained silent, confirming his own theory. "Yer see, love. Yer only brassed wi'me 'cause yeh ain't bent with the dullard no more," he told her confidently, reaching for the half-spent cigar in his pocket, then lighting it swiftly. "Yea, I did fookin' beat 'im when I brought 'im 'ere," Murdoc admitted, not a glimmer of guilt in his aged eyes as he took a long drag from his cigar. "An' I did 'old 'im against 'is will, an' I did torture 'im, an' I still do," Murdoc spat, smoke flowing free from his mouth, "But yew know as well as I do tha' nothin's changed… Not a bloody fockin' thing…"
Noodle clenched her teeth, grinding them as she absorbed his words. She knew he was right –of course he was right. "Yes, well, that may be the case, Murdoc-san…" She began, taking a slow breath, "But, it's time for it to end," she looked to him with stern eyes as she spoke. He remained quiet, allowing her to finish and hear what she had to say. She moved her face away, staring down at the cyborg as she continued, "We've been playing this pointless game for years... I'm done with it…" She trained her eyes on the bassist again as he took another drag, and she sighed. "Murdoc… You know I have been to Hell and back… and that's more than just a figure of speech…" She paused, and he nodded. "And, 2D… he's been though a lot too… We all have…" Her eyes danced across the expansive room as she tried to figure how to word what she wanted to say, and finally, she fixed her eyes on Murdoc once more. "I know… it may be… difficult, but… please… leave 2D alone… don't torture him anymore… I know it doesn't seem like a big deal… but do you not think that maybe… it's gone far enough? …I mean… don't you think it's finally time for things to begin to change, Murdoc," she asked him, her voice serene, and filled with a childlike temper.
He stared at her, as if he were searching for some sort of ulterior motive, as she was doing the same with him, and finally, he took another drag from his cigar, still mulling through her words in his head. He didn't like change –it drove him mad, but… he supposed he'd dealt with a lot of that the past few years. It was all around him, constantly. He wasn't completely sold on the idea, but he figured that as long as the two of them were at a sort of impasse, he decided to go her way for once. "Alrigh' fine," he agreed halfheartedly. Noodle smirked, satisfied for the time being.
She now focused her attention onto her previous proposition. "What's wrong with it," she questioned, their attention now shifting onto more technical matters.
"I dun know, gurly, othawise I'da fixed 'et meself," he jeered, rolling his eyes as he spoke. She scoffed, examining the outmost layer of the cyborg, searching for anything she may have missed, desperate that she wouldn't have to go digging beneath the wretched thing's layer of clothing. "She's been oozin' out 'er mouth fer a couple er days though," he pointed out, shuffling closer to his creation. Noodle moved closer as well, running her finger through the black liquid seeping from the android's lips. She lifted her hand to her nose, and she scrunched her face when the putrid smell hit her nose. She looked to Murdoc, and he shrugged, "You thin' sumthin's in there?" He suggested.
"Maybe…" She spoke quietly, and reached for her briefcase beneath the table. She popped it open quickly, and took her gloves, slipping them over her arms. "Is her… um, mouth… well… will I be able to shove my hand down its throat?" Noodle asked, her eyes focused on the cyborg still. Murdoc shrugged again, and she rolled her eyes. She looked around the room, and spotted a garbage bin, quickly retrieving it and placing it on the floor. Murdoc studied Noodle as she moved her hands to the cyborg's chest, pressing down in different areas, and she seemed to have found something out of place within the robot's throat. She rubbed her hand into that spot, seemingly reassuring that this was the problem, and the source of the black ooze. With much force, Noodle took both hands, and jabbed into the cyborg's neck, shoving the blockage up it's throat, and the robot's mouth opened as a disfigured creature sputtered loose, letting loose a horrid, rotting stench. Noodle jumped back, covering her mouth with her arm as she gagged, leaning against the table away from the unrecognizable beast.
Murdoc, unfazed, looked over the creature, and twisted his face with disgust, "How the fook did an' octopus get in 'er fockin throat," he questioned, taken aback. He took one of Noodle's gloves, pulling it over his own arm, and picked the long-dead octopus up, tossing it in the garbage bin.
Noodle took in a deep breath, gagging again as the smell hit her. "I do not know… but maybe when it… began to rot, it pressed up against it's circuitry and disrupted the communication between her brain and her body," she suggested. Murdoc nodded in agreement, and moved to flip a switch behind the cyborg's ear, but Noodle quickly snatched his hand away, and he looked to her with a slight scowl. "We cannot just turn it on… All of that decay and ink needs to dry first, or she may short circuit," she explained.
Murdoc groaned, growling as yet again, something got in the way of his cyborg being figuratively brought back from the dead. "Whot the fook else do yeh need," he demanded, irked by everything in that moment. He would never get the damn thing working again at this rate.
"A dehumidifier," Noodle spoke, looking back to the cyborg, and then reaching for a hand towel that lay on the ground. She stood again, and wiped away the ink from the cyborg's mouth. "And a week," she finished.
"A bloody fockin' week? Gaahh," he pulled at his hair, frustrated. With another over-exaggerated groan, and a round of bickering incomprehensibly, Murdoc gave up, but he wasn't through complaining. "Fiiinne," he moaned, "Whot else do we bloody need ter do?"
Noodle smiled impishly, now amused by his annoyance. "We need to clean her out, and then set up the dehumidifier… and not touch her for the next week," Noodle pressed again. Murdoc breathed out heavily, groaning again, and he bowed his head forward as he began to help her with the achingly long process.
It took up much of the day, through to the evening, but after they'd cleaned the cyborg thoroughly, and Noodle looked it over again, assuring that nothing else was amiss or damaged, they finally decided to call it a day. They went their separate ways once they rode the lift to the study, and Noodle fed her famished self, overwhelmed with how hungry she felt, but once she'd finally satisfied herself, she decided to turn in for the night, though it was just barely late in the evening. She went to the lavatory, and cleaned herself off, then she headed to the lift, riding it to the beach entrance. As the calm hit her outside, she realised she hadn't seen 2D since that morning, and wondered where he was as she made her way to the lighthouse. There didn't seem to be any lights on as she moved toward it. She opened the door slowly, confused when there seemed to be specks of light flickering throughout the room, and once she closed the door, letting the darkness take over, she realised that the lights were candles. Each of them burned dimly, but there were many across the lounge, and it seemed as though everything was pushed against the walls of the room, so there was much space in the centre.
After a long moment of looking around, Noodle finally stepped further into the middle of the room, and she gasped, turning swiftly when she heard someone sigh loudly, holding her hand to her chest, but no one was there. Next, she heard a guitar begin to play, and she discovered that it was echoing within all of her lighthouse, seeping in through her stereos. As she listened, she recognized the song as one called Hallelujah. She was pretty sure it was sung by Jeff Buckley, but before she had a chance to speculate, she became distracted again, wondering how this music was playing. She turned again, looking about the room, and her focus was drawn to a dark shape nearing her, and she gasped as they drew closer, and she took a hesitant step backwards. She drew in a sharp breath when she saw 2D's black eyes materialize through the darkness as the flickering light of the candles revealed his face, his expression somber. Noodle gazed up at him as he approached her calmly, her face glowing in the dim light, and he swallowed back the heaviness in his throat. He stopped in place once he came close to her, and stared at her with tender eyes, brushing his hands through her hair, and she watched him questioningly.
Once the singing began in the background, 2D gently reached out, taking Noodle's hand in his, and slowly pulling her to him, not daring to say a word. He moved his other hand to her waist, bringing her close to him, and she moved her free hand to his shoulder. Slowly, 2D stepped back, his body moving with the leisurely rhythm, Noodle moving with him, hypnotized by his eyes and his gentle face. He sighed, taking another step, and she moved with him intimately, her face soft as he began turning them. They rocked slowly, moving in perfect harmony as 2D led her in a slow, gentle dance. He stretched his arm out, and she turned slowly, then he reeled her back to him, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she moved her arms around his neck, resting her head against his chest. He kissed her hair softly as they continued to dance languidly, letting nothing in but the sweet music in the background, and the way their bodies moved against each other.
Taking his time, 2D continually brought them in wide circle as he led her along, and after a long moment, he nuzzled his face against Noodle's hair. She looked up to him with tranquil eyes, and he sighed as he brought his face to hers, kissing the skin of her neck, and she leaned her face against his, humming quietly as his lips skimmed over her skin. He moved his face against hers, and she realised he still hadn't shaved as his facial hair tickled her skin as he kissed her deeply, and he breathed out heavily as he pulled away, meshing his lips with hers again. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers, and she caressed his hair with her fingers.
As he opened his eyes once more, he fixed his gaze on Noodle's green eyes, staring into them endlessly as he began turning them once more, flowing with the sweet music. Noodle moved her hands to his shirt, tracing her fingers over his bare skin, and he shuddered as she began pushing his shirt up his body. He watched her, allowing her to pull it off his head, and throw it to the ground, and he moved her back into his arms, continuing their dance. She kissed his neck, and he sighed, closing his eyes as he snaked his hands beneath her shirt. He removed it from her body as she'd done to him, and she grinned softly as their bodies connected again, his body warm and comforting against hers. She unbuttoned her jeans, and they slowly slumped to the floor as they danced, and she stepped out of them as she removed her shoes and socks by stepping on them, but 2D was already barefoot. He smiled, kissing her deeply, and slipping his tongue into her mouth, ever so slightly to steal a taste for himself. As they rounded the room again, 2D locked the door when they came close enough to it, and then removed his trousers, kicking them away, again flowing with Noodle seamlessly as they continued their languid rhythm. He reached around her back slowly, unclipping her bra and allowing the garment to fall to the floor as he pulled her close against his chest again, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss, and she let out a faint moan, nuzzling her face against his when he pulled away again, brushing his hands over her breasts. Simultaneously, they both hooked their fingers over each other's last shred of clothing, and pulled them down each others hips, letting the garments slide to the floor once they became slack.
The both of them now naked, 2D pulled Noodle up into his arms, holding her bridal style as he carried her up the steps to their room. He gently laid her down on the bed, and crawled over her, catching her lips in a sweet, burning kiss that set a deep fire within Noodle's flesh, smoldering beneath each of their skins. He ran his hand down her side, gently caressing her stomach as he grazed his nose against her jaw, leaving light kisses along her neck. She sighed, moaning when he began to trace his rough fingers over her thighs. She gasped when she felt his member pressing into her stomach, and he shifted, positioning himself with her. He caught her lips, their tongues dancing with each other as their bodies had done downstairs, and Noodle moaned quietly as he began to roll his hips into hers, both of them watching each other's eyes as he entered her body. He moaned when her body winced, squeezing him, and his voice sent shivers down her spine. She traced her hands over his body as he pulled out slightly, and slowly rocked against her. She trembled as he began to build up a slow and steady pace, and she bit her lip as her body grew hot. 2D groaned quietly as her body reacted to his, squeezing him, and she moaned loudly as he pushed into her completely. He ran his hand along her body as he thrust into her deeply, memorizing the way her muscles moved with his, and watching as their bodies moved into each other. Noodle closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of him within her, panting as her body became tighter and burned hotter as she brushed her hands over 2D's body. He moved his hand to the place their bodies connected, and she whimpered, moaning as he began to massage his fingers against her sensitive area, matching his finger's pace with his thrusts. He groaned, and she trembled, loving the way his voice sounded as it was washed over in their passion. She grunted quietly as her body quivered shortly, and her abdomen became tight. 2D kissed her lips, and she opened her eyes as he kissed her cheek lightly. He moved the hand he'd been using to support himself just above her head, and she moved one of her hands to hold onto his hand, twining their fingers together. He grinned down at her, and the both of them moaned, shivering when their bodies tightened further. He breathed heavily through his mouth, and they stared at each other through lidded vision as he rolled his hips into hers, and she moaned loudly as her body began to pulse. 2D shuddered as she squeezed him, and he spilled his seed within her body as their orgasms washed over them, leaving nothing but the aftermath of pure ecstasy.
Now tired and weary, 2D kissed Noodle again, shifting to lye down beside her, and she moved into him. They both flinched, sighing when 2D removed himself from Noodle's body, and he kissed her deeply, reaching for their blanket to pull it over them. They tangled their legs together as the exhaustion quickly set in, and the day's peace took a firm, though comforting hold. "I love yew, Noodle," 2D finally spoke, his voice deep, and tired as he kissed her again.
"I love you, Stuart," she whispered back, hugging herself close to him as the sweat from their bodies drew in the cold air, but his warmth kept her content.
Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well baby, I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya?
But remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen in the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Jeff Buckley – Hallelujah
youtube . com/watch?v=Pid0nCrsQxM (no spaces of course :D)