He didn't want to call it a routine, but it seemed that for Holiday's sanity it was better if their sessions talking about her past, and now his past included, became more like a therapy session of a couple of hours instead of simply drinking the entire bottle of cognac in one go. It was not surprising for Six that, since she was a child, Holiday had mastered everything she had attempted to do, and had also been considered a prodigy in each school she had been to.
At least there weren't any broken bones, but there were heavy lacerations that were healing with the progress of each of their sessions. It seemed like talking about whatever could be bothering her helped to keep them both as sane as they could be given their circumstances. And the drinking sure helped, too.
She laughed a couple of times with some early memories of her and Beverly, but he decided that it was better if he left the part of her becoming an EVO out and decided to talk about himself as well.
"So, you know more people than just the numbers?" She was in a lighter mood because of their second glass of cognac, so he didn't comment on her joke as if they were just letters of the alphabet.
"I know more than you think I do." He countered as she clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes.
"Could you stop holding me accountable for words I said in the past? Now I know how capable you are. And let me also tell you, how grateful I am for you taking your valuable time to take care of all my needs and keeping me safe."
He smiled at her and she couldn't help but notice how much she preferred to look at him without his glasses. There was something about his eyes, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but it was almost as if she was mesmerized on sight.
"My life wasn't as interesting as yours. I was never too preoccupied with education and fancy words. I valued more the knowledge that I could apply in my daily life rather than just reciting random facts to everyone. I developed an early liking for martial arts and considered my own hands to be as lethal as any weapon could be. It's not that I dislike weapons, but I usually think that they can be too loud and they can fail you more than your own skills."
"Your blades are also weapons," Holiday said matter-of-factly, but Six shook his head.
"I consider them more as extensions of my own arms; that much so that sometimes I forget that I'm using them during combat."
"Yeah, I would too if I had such reflexes as yours."
"I had an intense training for years with One and the others. But our ranks were based on our personal traits as well. Since I was the quietest one and the least concerned with other people's feelings, I had the lowest rank, so to speak. But our skills were roughly the same. We were as efficient as the rest."
"Are you telling me that Five is on a higher rank just because of her feelings?"
"She had other abilities that I was never able to master like she did." Holiday then wondered about Five and if they could have dated before and the reason that it didn't work was because, precisely, his lack of emotions and his constant focus on his training and skills. She then wondered if she was capable of helping him to improve in that aspect or if they would also fail as couple due to their remarkable differences.
"I'm sorry," she said suddenly. Six raised an eyebrow at her already-red face, as if she might be thinking something indecent with that information, or that perhaps it was simply the alcohol talking for her.
"What for?" he asked.
"Because I don't know if I'm making you remember stuff that makes you feel... bad, for talking about Five and her feelings."
Her feelings? He didn't know if he was already too drunk and imagining things, but that prompted him to ask what she was surely assuming in her head.
"Are you wondering if we could ever properly function as a couple?" Of course he could remember their first date, and to be honest with himself, that was a good question to ask that had nothing to do with their current conversation. But whatever.
She enjoyed the drunkenness and boldness of Six for that sole reason. Because he would speak of whatever thing without simply standing on a corner and keep looking at her from the distance. But she didn't enjoy her drunken self that much, because all she wanted was to drop the topic and simply find it out by kissing him and then see what could happen from there. How could she even know in which state their relationship was, or if it was any relationship at all, with just one date?
"Why are you here, Six? Why are you so worried of my wellbeing, that you have to divide yourself between each of the tasks and always be the first one in line if I need something, even at the expense of your own health and personal life?"
He had to suspect beforehand that that question was going to come up at some point in their conversation.
"Personal life? There's no personal life outside of Providence."
"You know perfectly well what I mean. Isn't there something else you would like to be doing, instead of taking care of an 'useless nobody' like me?" Yeah, their drunkenness was talking for them.
"Useless? Do you think that's the reason you're confined here?"
"I can fight, but I can never be as good as you are or even as Rex is. Normally I put myself in danger more than I help you two, and I'm so tired of that..."
"Do you remember that day when you practically saved my life and Rex's life, when we were on the mission of keeping Beverly safe?" He asked her, placing the glass on her dinner table and standing up, making her wonder what he was about to do, they were just close enough to hear each other perfectly.
"Yeah, but then what? I'm confined here while you have to cook for me, make sure to repair whatever I break, and even make sure that my clothes and bed sheets are clean. This is ridiculous."
"Well, I'm not sure about the rest of the things you mentioned before, as I'm just the one who visits you and the only one who must bring whatever you need with me. But isn't a problem, as cooking, is the only aspect of a normal life that I can permit myself since we have other important things to do." He then sat next to her in bed without even asking for her permission.
Holiday didn't seem to mind anyways as she obviously enjoyed his company.
"The reason why I'm doing this and why White trusts me this much is because I volunteered myself for the task."
"Why?" She asked, without turning to look at him. "I'm not saying that Rex couldn't do what you're doing, obviously not cooking..." She laughed for a moment, then cleared her already burning throat for the drinks and continued. "I'm so worried this could be taking a toll on both of us, and since we just dated once... what if this ends up making us feel mentally tired of each other, and even breaks our friendship, if you consider me a friend, of course?"
Six fell silent and she thought that she had hammered the right nail as he seemed to be pondering her words for longer than she expected.
It wasn't as if he was about to proclaim to the entire world how much he loved her, but at least she expected some kind of reassurance that she was not imagining things. And it did come, when one of his hands held one of hers and started brushing her skin softly with his thumb,
"None of us will ever hate each other. Not Rex, not Bobo and definitely not me."
"How are you so sure of that? We don't even know how many days, months, or years I should be here. What if...?" She stopped talking as soon as his hand held hers even stronger but as carefully as he could, due to her now scarred palms, and he inclined himself so his lips could touch hers.
She gave no second thought and freed her hand to throw both her arms over his shoulders, reducing the distance between them. Her fingers ran through the hair on his neck as he hummed in appreciation and softly sucked on her bottom lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. If her head had been spinning before due to the drinks, it was now spinning even more as their tongues softly caressed each other, exploring what had been a forbidden territory before.
Holiday broke the kiss and smiled as the man grunted, but not for too long as then he moaned as deeply as she never thought he was capable of, as soon as she started to play with his earlobe and the skin of his neck, letting his head practically fall completely back to grant her more access.
So... his neck was one of his weakest spots. And soon, for sure, she would find the rest.
It ended up being easier as he fell completely into her bed, taking her with him as she didn't think that her body could support his weight as if it was still somehow hurting from her fall. His hands held her in place by her thighs as she was still sucking at his neck. A thud was heard and in her drunken state, Rebecca noticed that he was kicking his shoes off, making her wonder how he was doing that without even looking, but then his legs lay flat on her bed, helping her to sit more comfortably as if even drunk, he could still remember that her body was healing.
She knew she had to take off her heels, since her sheets were now clean, but she couldn't even give it two fucks. Stopping from kissing his neck, she decided it was time for his tie to go, clumsily trying to open the knot that held it together, so she could have a better look at his chest. He seemed to be doing the same, helping her with the buttons of his shirt, and then the same with her blouse. Cursing because they both had chosen the most annoying clothes for the task.
"Six..." his ear communicator sounded out of nowhere and she couldn't understand how it was still on his ear after what they were doing.
"Damn it," he said quietly, not looking at her, but then turning it on with one of his now shaky fingers. "White..."
"There's a mission and I'm afraid it will take us longer than before." Holding Rebecca's face with his free hand, she noticed his eye rolling and could guess what he was about to say.
"I'm the only one allowed to visit Holiday... how?"
"We will discuss that when you're here. Rex and Bobo are already waiting. Hurry up." Turning off his ear communicator, Six shook his head and the thought sobered him up faster than he expected. Who would make sure she was safe if he had to be away with Rex and Bobo? What would he do about her meals and what if she fell again and there was no one to help her?
"Just go," was Rebecca's response, bending down to give him a light peck on his lips.
Right. As if he could say no to that.
They were the quietest they had ever been, while Six was fixing his suit and she helped him with his tie.
"Don't worry, you will find a way to help me, even from the distance. You always do, anyways."
"As long as you don't fall again," he told her while she was busy with his tie.
"I can't promise anything, but I will try to be a good girl and wait for you. Alright?" Kissing her forehead because he didn't want to say how much he despised not being able to simply clone himself and stay with her, he nodded and stood up, making sure to collect all the evidence that they had been drinking and looking at himself a few times in her bathroom mirror, to make sure he wasn't the joke of Rex and Bobo or even being questioned by White as to why he had lipstick marks on his neck and face.
"Take care," were her last words before he walked out of the room, repeating them to her.