nextgen_parent (nextgen_parent) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-08-13 12:00:00

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inactive - tech, npc - valentina fontaine, sammy fury, team - shield

Checking on the home team
Commander Fontaine, Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., made the rounds when the special ops team came back in. After their last disastrous outing, she wanted to make sure they were still in one cohesive piece. The reports had been favorable.

She hadn't met the newest member yet, though she knew the contents of his file. She'd been the one to have it sent to Sammy for consideration. Her little gun nut, and Walker and Dugan, could always use someone with the ability to build a better gun.

Sammy's report had been terse but informative. The others' a little more informative. Landon was next on her list.

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sammyfury
2010-10-10 12:36 am UTC (link)

Sammy was stretched out on his bed with a pillow, in her long night shirt and flipping through the channels on his TV. She'd managed to find the on button and the remote. Her hair was still damp and falling over her forehead when she looked up at him sitting next nearby.

"I'm not going to try to make you talk," she said demurely. "What chance do I have against someone of your intelligence?"

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	thisismyweapon 2010-10-10 12:50 am UTC (link)
	Jason strokes his chin and smiles in approval. "It is good that you acknowledge when you are outmatched, Agent Fury, at least in terms of interrogation techniques." He looks at the TV to see what she settles on. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sammyfury 2010-10-10 01:15 am UTC (link)
	It's an old movie of some sort. She hadn't yet decided if it was interesting enough to watch. She sat up and offered him the pillow. "And as a fair gesture of my agreement that your techniques must be greater than my own, I'll check your ribs and give you that massage I promised." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thisismyweapon 2010-10-10 01:24 am UTC (link)
	"I agree with this plan, Sammy. Should I like down or would you rather I sit up? Oh, and shirt or no shirt?" he asks her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

sammyfury
2010-10-10 01:34 am UTC (link)

"No shirt, and whichever is more comfortable for you," she said in a normal tone. His continued healing took priority over their roleplaying game.

She waited for him to decide and rubbed her hands briskly together to generate heat before she touched him. It was a favorite trick of her mom's when Dad was tense and Mom gave him a shoulder massage while he sat in his chair.

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	thisismyweapon 2010-10-10 01:49 am UTC (link)
	Jason opts to remain upright as she gets started, because he doesn't want to fall asleep by accident. He does, however, take off his shirt. He sighs in bliss as she works. "Maybe both of us missed our calling..." he drawls, his accent coming out in full swing as he relaxes under her hands. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sammyfury 2010-10-10 02:01 am UTC (link)
	Sammy rested on her knees behind him, first letting the heat from her hands soak into his shoulders before working the tense muscles. "You mean I should stop trying to cause tension in my sworn enemies and start trying to alleviate it?" she asked in her best sultry voice. "Why, Mad Scientist, you surprise me." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thisismyweapon 2010-10-10 02:05 am UTC (link)
	Yes, that voice was going to be the end of him. "Perhaps you should. You catch a lot more honey with flies than vinegar." Jason says, not realizing that he just butchered that sentence. "I mean, if you get them to let their guard down by bein' all sweet and sexy, you'll have 'em right where you want 'em. Except for me, of course. I'm an oak." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sammyfury 2010-10-10 02:19 am UTC (link)
	"Of course you are," she agreed silkily, her breath warm against his ear as she said it. "An oak." She dug her fingers into muscle. "I can feel it. I must make you very tense." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thisismyweapon 2010-10-10 02:28 am UTC (link)
	Tech moaned a little, sighing. "You, uh, have that effect. You make it hard to concentrate, Sammy, but I'm not just any Mad Scientist. I am THE Mad Scientist. To the left a bit, please. Yes, that's good." he says. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sammyfury 2010-10-10 02:46 am UTC (link)
	She obediently moved to the left, bending over his shoulder to apply her best effort. His hair brushed her cheek. It was hard not to lean her weight against his back. Her natural instinct was to seek out heat and he was warm. "THE Mad Scientist," she repeated. "You will tell me if I'm hurting you, right?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thisismyweapon 2010-10-10 03:12 am UTC (link)
	"Of course I will." Jason says, letting her work out the kinks in his shoulder. There's a loud pop from his shoulder and he sighs in relief. "Oh, my goodness. That shoulder was all stiff and battered until that. Thank you." he says, leaning back a little. "Okay, need you to ease up just a bit, baby." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sammyfury 2010-10-10 03:27 am UTC (link)
	"Not so oak-like now?" she asked, beginning a easier massage. The hair at his nape looked so soft that she rested her cheek against him for a moment. "I could do a better job if you lie down." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thisismyweapon 2010-10-10 03:31 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, my oak-ness is mental, Sammy. You can attack my body in anyway you can think of, but my clarity of mind shall never..." he stutters and shudders as she gets to a particularly tight spot, "be compromised." Jason finishes. "In fact, I'm going to lay down and prove it to you." Jason says, moving to lie down. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sammyfury 2010-10-10 03:49 am UTC (link)
	"Attack is such a harsh word." She waited for him to get comfortable before straddling his hips to get at his back. Again, she rubbed her hands briskly together to generate heat before setting them against his lower back. "Overcome might be a better word." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thisismyweapon
2010-10-10 04:01 am UTC (link)

"Well, to overcome, you gotta attack, right?" he asks, enjoying the feeling of her weight atop him.

"You really are good at this, Sammy. We're gonna have to trade back rubs for various things. You can trade for extra-extra clips and I'll trade for skittles and other candy." he says, his brain idly imagining how Sammy looked without her shirt on.

He was very glad she wasn't a mind reader.

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sammyfury
2010-10-10 04:10 am UTC (link)

"I took a sports hazards class in college to round out a requirement. Avoiding injuries, first aid for sports-type injuries, that sort of thing. I figured it would help when I joined SHIELD officially as agent." She began a careful massage of his injured side. "There were also massage lessons included, as well as basic life guarding for water, dealing with injuries in various types of outdoor settings. Like Dad is fond of saying, no skill is ever useless."

"You realize I'll have to buy stock in whichever corporation makes Skittles to justify how much I'll buy to keep you turning out new toys. Do you have any oil in here?"

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thisismyweapon
2010-10-10 04:22 am UTC (link)

"I planned to buy stock in Skittles anyway so that's good. Maybe I can get you to give up your coffee flavored candy for Wildberry Skittles." Jason says dreamily.

"Or maybe I'll get them to make coffee-flavored Skittles for you and the other coffee addicts out there. And there's some oil in the bathroom." he says, stretching his arms above his head a little to give her access to his ribs.

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sammyfury
2010-10-10 04:28 am UTC (link)

"I will never give up coffee flavored anything," she said with a chuckle.

The oil was easy to find. She was glad to see it was baby oil. She liked her scent to be soft and unable to bash her over the head.

She climbed back on and poured a little in her palm to warm it up. "Your skin is a little dry and I don't want to rub you raw while I massage your back," she explained.

Once she deemed it warm enough, she ran her palm up his spine and began to smooth it over his back. "Coffee addicts the world over would love more coffee candy."

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thisismyweapon
2010-10-10 04:38 am UTC (link)

Jason's brain nearly goes offline as she works her hand up his spine and onto his back. When his thinking becomes coherent, an idea hits him.

"What if...you had a machine that gave you coffee-flavored candy. Like, you could pour coffee into your coffee-maker and get candy?" he asks.

Of course, his brain goes offline again in the next second and that thought gets moved to the wayside.

"Okay, what was I sayin'?" he asks.

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	sammyfury 2010-10-10 04:42 am UTC (link)
	"You were saying that THE Mad Scientist is calling uncle and ready to make a deal to spill all his secrets," she said smoothly. For a change in sensation, she dragged her fingertips up his back, letting her nails scratch every so slightly as she did. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thisismyweapon
2010-10-10 04:48 am UTC (link)

Jason stutters the sensation, very nearly doing what Sam said he had been.

"THE Mad Scientist isn't calling Uncle, or Auntie or...any family member at all!" he says, trying to collect his thoughts as they leaked through his skin and into the bed through reverse osmosis. He's pretty sure he's going to sink into the bed and become one with it, too, he's so relaxed.

"No...what I was /sayin'/ is that I have Agent Fury right where I want her. She's once again fallen into my clever trap." he grins.

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sammyfury
2010-10-10 04:53 am UTC (link)

"Agent Fury is top dog in this pile." To emphasize her point, she wiggled her hips a little. "But if it makes THE Mad Scientist happy, he can believe anything he wants."

She poured a little more oil into her hand and coated her hands with it. Then she began to knead the other side of his back. "Once a year for sure, Mom and I spend a day at the spa. Massages, facials, saunas, the whole shebang. I always fall asleep during the massage."

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thisismyweapon
2010-10-10 05:00 am UTC (link)

"Maybe you're suffering from vertigo. You could actually be on the bottom and realize it." Jason grins against his pillow.

"I noticed from the effect that my admittedly amateur efforts had upon you that massages seem to make you more amenable to my suggestions. The next time I want somethin', I'll offer you a cup of coffee and a massage.

I shall be THE Mad Scientist behind the Future Director of S.H.I.E.L.D!" Jason proclaims.

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sammyfury
2010-10-10 05:07 am UTC (link)

She paused for a moment, thinking she heard something from the bedroom across the hall. What they were doing was perfectly innocent....mostly, but she wouldn't insult her hostess for the world.

Even if it seemed like Evelyn Landon was trying to give Jason to her. The old woman was far too intuitive for Sammy's good.

"You sound awfully sure of yourself," she observed. "What makes you think such a position is available?"