Nov 20 16:57:49 106 PA - A desk comes to an end
From Chronicles
The laboratory is mostly high technology and shiny. Around the walls, machines of various types lurk, including a large double fronted cooler and something that looks as if it will hold small vials of liquid and then spin them. In the centre of the room, a large metal table stands, without a spot of dirt on it. To one side, a couple of computer screens and a keyboard, clearly connected to the computer on the floor beneath them. The door and windows to the corridor outside have blinds for privacy, and the only natural light comes from the high windows in the wall. The walls themselves are painted pure, clean white, the floor is tiled with white tiles. Overall the room is clinical looking, and a peg behind the door holds several white coats.
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The graveyard shift has never been this quiet in the lab, but the lights are on, so someone must be home. A body lies on the gurney in the middle of the room, a trolley next to it with surgeon's tools laid out neatly. Some have been used, apparently on this body, covered with a sheet. Maya's computer is dark, the power saving kicked in. To the side, a wall is where Maya is found. A white coat has been folded, resting beneath her head. Which is what her body is balancing on, along with her hands. Upside down, Maya's bunches rest against the coat, and her skirt reveals some remarkably sensible black shorts with images of a little goth girl on the edges.
Knock knock! The door opens without waiting for a reply, and Sebastien bombs in dressed in his greens ... to take two steps and stop. His eyes dart to the stereo, then at Maya. They widen faintly, as he tip toes a pair of steps inside, the taller man looking nervous. "Something is missing from this picture," he utters in a half-whisper, afraid to shatter he silence.
Maya doesn't move, merely opening her eyes to peer up at Sebastien. "What?" She asks, her voice husky. She clears her throat and then repeats the question, more clearly, louder. "What is missing, Sebastien?" Her grin is missing, and her face is set in lines of deep thought, her forehead creased. "Do you think ducks can stand on their heads?" The question is not the one causing deep thought but it pop out of her mouth without thought at all.
Sebastien's mouth opens to answer, a hand raising, though his breath catches in his throat. He lets out a breath then, frowning, his left eye narrowing so that his right might peer at Maya. Breaking into motion, he strides across to the stereo to hit 'play,' causing the room to shake momentarily with death metal before he turns it down. "There!" Sebastien yells over the music. "Now what was that about ducks? Is that what killed him?"
"What? No, of course not. Don't be stupid." Dismissively, she shakes her head, with a little caution since her body is resting on it. "You missed my music? That's so sweet, Sebbie." The corners of her mouth quirk, curving it into a grin. "I just wondered if they could, that's all." Her hazel eyes gaze steadily up at Sebastien from floor level, her boots resting against the wall, leaving smudges there.
The young man tilts his head at Maya, staring down at her, and keeps tilting it, trying to get a lock on her upside-down eyes. Quicking an eyebrow with a mischievous look, the man takes two steps away and cartwheels, slowly, catching himself on two widely-spaced hands. He wobbles, faintly, feet just wider than shoulder-width apart as his shirt falls to mid-chest revealing a tight bunch of abs. With a grunt he takes one step closer to Maya, tottering a little, and another, drawing near enough that he looms over her, inverted as well. Then slowly, arms shaking from the exertion, he lowers himself towards his head. Body wobbling just a little, trying to get in close enough for a quick peck at the lips. Without causing a spill!
Maya watches the movement of his shirt with a feminine interest, and her grin widens. "Fool..." She comments softly, against his lips before she returns the kiss. The movement of her own head causes a wobble in her arms and she grabs for the nearest thing for balance. This turns out to be Sebastien, and a tumbling Maya tumbles forward, likely to fall on him if he doesn't move.
Sebastien's good, but he's not *that* good. Inverted on his hands and wobbling a little himself, he grins before crying out. "May -- Maya!" He kicks the wall with a thump, folding, and topples back away from the scientist -- and stability. His heels slam her desk, catching momentarily before gravity wins and his ass hits the concrete.
Incoming Maya. Thud. Sebastien gets a lap - or at least parts of his body - full of Maya. The air leaving her body makes a sort of ooof noise, and she grabs at him, trying to stabilize herself. "Sorry, Sebastien." She speaks breathlessly, trying to drag air back into her body.
Sebastien stares up, coughing faintly once. "I want you to stop," he utters quietly, looking up at the woman, "stop and cherish this. Enjoy it for the ... ten seconds it lasts." He waggles his eyebrows and shifts faintly, hips sliding beneath hers, hands running faintly along her lower arms. Oh yeah. Happy to see her. Five seconds. When's she going to realize what they just did to her lab?
Maya's grin returns, and she returns the brief exploration in kind, lowering her mouth to kiss him. A slow, lazy kiss, amusement in her eyes as she opens them. As she lifts her head from the kiss, the sight of the destruction of her lab arrives finally in her brain and she goes still. Slowly, she turns her head to look at it and her eyes widen. "Holy shit, we broke my desk!" An understatement for the damage, and she bites her lower lip, struggling against strong emotion for a moment before she dissolves into helpless giggles, hiding her face against his chest.
Strong arms wrap around the woman as she kisses him, and Sebastien tries his best to not act distracted by the mental countdown in his head. She tugs off, and he half-looses her, staring at the ceiling as she recoils in horror. "Twelve seconds!" Sebastien gloats. "I still have it." He reaches up to flick a pony tail left and right, wondering softly, "I have not seen you abut recently. New beau?" He grins, pondering the appropriate knife to stab her with. His grin laces a whisper, spoken tight into her ear. "What is it that the director will say in the morning?" He nips at that ear, and inexplicably crosses his legs to minimize the damage.
Maya's giggling changes, her breath catching in her throat, and then, suddenly, she is sobbing into his chest. There are words, amongst which may be Director, and Beau, but they are overwhelmed by the sudden, perfect storm of tears. He gets more than his twelve seconds worth of tears, but finally the sobbing turns to sniffles, still buried in the scrubs he wore.
The arms return. Oh yes. Sebastien isn't heartless. But his legs do remain very carefully crossed, wary of the inexplicable shift from tears to violence every woman he meets seems so very capable of. "It's alright," he utters. "You meant to do this. Remember? A wood-working project. You were going to replace the desk with a ... coffin, or something. Right?" He smiles, patting the woman on the back, ducking his chin. "It's only a lie," he whispers, "if you don't actually make it."
The sniffles get choked up with a rough giggle, and Maya lifts her head. Makeup and tears mix, literally, and badly, leaving her with panda like smudges beneath her eyes. "Sebastien." The tone is serious, if husky and breathless, "I'm going to just tell him." She seems oblivious to the ludicrousness of the position, the pair lying in the remains of her lab, with her on top. "I turn into a stumbling, stammering mess when he turns up and..." She shrugs, finally rolling off him, lying on her back in the lab. "Worse case, I move on."
The young man rolls a moment later, planting a hand on either side of Maya's head as his hips pin her down, dropping his cross-legged defenses. "Non," he utters with a sudden fierceness. "You are not 'moving on.' You will stay. And is it that you know why you will stay?" He quirks an eyebrow and stares down at Maya, a faint smirk peeling across his lips.
Maya stares up at him, deadly serious in that moment. She uses a hand to rub at the pink tinted eyes, worsening the smudges before she shakes her head. "I can't work with him if I tell him and he tells me no way." Her voice is a whisper. "Why then?" Almost petulant, almost sulky. "I'm not ...I'm not doing this anymore, Seb. I can have fun with you, or with Brady, or with any number of nice peoples, ...but then I'm here, or at my place, and..." She sniffs, inelegantly.
Sebastien frowns at the eyerubbing, and casually reaches down to grab the offending wrist and pin it over her head. He stares down with narrowed eyes and utters, "Stop it. You're making things worse. Now. You will not lose your job because it is only a desk. There aren't many people in this city who can do your job, and the rest are making five times what you are for the military and the enhancement center. *You* are this lab, Maya. If I were in here, I'd burn the building down." He nods smartly at that, perfectly at ease where he is. Well, he would be. "Now. What is it you're not doing any more?"
Maya frowns, confusion evident on her face before it clears and she laughs, a noise without humour. "Not the fucking desk, Sebastien. I'm going to tell him how I feel. About him." She lets him pin her wrist without a battle, but unusually, she doesn't tease physically, doesn't lift hips or curl her legs around him. "I'm not going to keep being clumsy, awkward around him. I'm not going to leave some guy's warm bed to go and be lonely at home, or..." Another sniff, and she blinks, a little more rapidly than normal.
The young knight peers up, over her head, staring at the wall as he draws in a long breath, and lets it out. "Yes, I think I know the rest of this conversation," he utters softly, before glancing down and smiling at Maya. Dipping his head, he averts his lips to peck her on the cheek. And then she's free, as readily as she was captured, with Sebastien not even dusting himself off as he hops a little too nimbly to his feet. "I'll send in Johnson to help you clean up in here. He owes me a favor. Take care of yourself, mademoiselle Maya."
Maya blinks, confusion obvious as she sits up. "What just happened?" She asks, pushing her hair from her face, using her fingers to try and remove the makeup. "I'm not kicking you out, Seb. Or anything. I just..." She sits with her legs crossed, indian style, in the destruction of the desk, looking up at him. "I need him to know I'm not a klutz around everyone." Simply put, she is watching him with a look on her face that is analysing, processing almost.
"You're not," Sebastien replies with a half smile, at the door. "Maya, when was the last time you worked the parallel bars at the gym? I do this for a living. You fiddle with computers." He rolls his eyes up at the top of the doorframe, laughing silently, and drops his head. "I knew always that sooner or later you would stop flitting about and go after your Director. You're sick of waking up in a bed not your own and going home. I don't blame you. I'm just... sorry to see that end."
Maya bites her lower lip, ducking her head. Another sniff and she does use the heel of her hand to rub at her eyes. "If he says no, Seb, I'll need to change jobs, at least. I'm not hanging on to thinking about one man." She looks up, a smile on her face that has more to do with hurt than humour. "Then I'm going to get really drunk, and drag someone into my bed and have mad, meaningless sex for days." She uncurls herself, scrambling to her feet.
The young man walks into the door at that mention, grabbing the doorknob just a little too hard. "Ah, yes. About that..." he says, and turns back with a bright grin freshly renewed. He strolls back into the lab and finds the radio, turning it up a few notches. "MAYBE I CAN HELP YOU CLEAN UP AFTER ALL!" he yells, walking to gather a pair of heavy-duty gloves.
Maya laughs, leaning a hand on the gurney with the corpse on it. "You sure?" She yells back, straightening herself, turning towards the chaos that is her desk. She begins to gather pieces of paper, staking them in a pile on the floor. The computer doesn't look very healthy, the screen cracked, the soft noise stopped and silence for once. "Sure you don't want to pass on the vast quantities of rebound sex I've got planned?" She doesn't exactly yell that one, letting her voice carry over the music.
A light flutter of feeling, a run of pressure that snugs Maya's leg warmers tighter against her, as the phantom touch Sebastien possesses runs faintly up her body. "Positive," he speaks, too quiet to be heard though the look he gives makes the translation a snap. Ah, how easily he ends under her thumb, all for the prospect of being under more.
Maya turns slowly, a deliberate tease to the stretch of her body, despite the smudged makeup. She makes a tiny movement with her hand and the papers fly at Sebastien, fluttering around him. "Pick those up then." She comments, laughter in her voice, before she turns to the wounded computer, focussing on that. She gathers the pieces, setting it up on the floor to one side of the broken computer. "If we just throw that away...."
