winsomewasp (winsomewasp) wrote,
@ 2010-06-13 18:07:00

Men don't notice things. (Test Scene.)
Wednesday she'd shown up in black catsuit with neon yellow trim and boots to match.

Thursday it was a neon yellow catsuit with black trim and boots.

Hank...hadn't noticed the difference. In fact, he'd barely lifted his head from god-knows-what he was doing when she had walked into the room. Not that that was terribly unusual but it was infuriating just the same. She was trying, and very hard mind you, to get his attention.

How else was she going to flirt with him?

So the parade of costumes continued. Her more traditional uniform, then one that was pretty much a competitive Speedo worn with fishnets, a latex bodysuit she trimmed with feathers...the longer the ignorance lasted, the more crazy the outfits became. Three weeks in, though, she'd had enough.

Strutting in this morning Janet was determined to get his attention.

"Good morning, Hank."

She grinned, posed a bit, and waited for him to look up and get an eyeful of bra, panties and...nothing else.

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doctor_pym
2010-06-13 11:25 pm UTC (link)

Wednesday, he'd experimented with simple nanobots (nothing that could ever remotely grow to Ultron-level intelligences, mind). He was reasonably certain Jan had come by. He remembered there being lunch.

Thursday, it had been an experiment using Pym-Particles on food-source plants. He was more certain Jan had been there, because as a scientist, he was good at noticing patterns.

In fact, he was reasonably sure Jan had been over a lot lately. Which was nice. But there was something niggling at the back of his mind about it all.

He looked up from the circuits he was working on when Jan spoke.

"Oh," he said, as he saw her. "Good morning, Jan."

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winsomewasp
2010-06-13 11:33 pm UTC (link)

He looked up this time! Good sign. He...failed to notice the get-up and didn't seem much enthused about her presence. Bad sign. Decidedly bad sign. Time to kick it up a notch.

"What are you working on today, Hank?" She moved over to where he was working and leaned a bit over his shoulder, expressing interest and getting close. Certainly being close would get his attention.

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	doctor_pym 2010-06-13 11:47 pm UTC (link)
	Hmm. Something about Jan today was nagging at various corners of Hank's mind. "Circuit boards for a new short-range Rover prototype," he explained. "Nothing beyond the intelligence of a smart dog, really, but still useful in AI terms and..." Huh. "I'm... sorry, I forgot what I was saying for a moment there." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

winsomewasp
2010-06-13 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Nothing. Okay, he lost his train of thought but STILL! Bra and panties! And cuteness! Jan was beginning to think that she'd have to up the ante to naked tomorrow. Certainly he'd notice that. He'd liked her naked.

Though. What if he wasn't...interested anymore?

"Something about the new Rover prototype being as smart as a clever dog. You were saying it was useful in AI terms but then you stopped."

Her voice had dropped a little upon the horrible thought of Hank just not being interested and she pulled up a stool to the work station.

"Been working on this all week?"

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	doctor_pym 2010-06-14 12:00 am UTC (link)
	"I have," he agreed. "Lots of irons in the fire and..." He'd trailed off again. Hank was hard to distract, most of the time, but when he was, it was a clear distraction. Now, what was his brain trying to tell him... Oh. Oh. Oh. "Um... you're... um..." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	winsomewasp 2010-06-14 12:13 am UTC (link)
	"I'm what?" She arched a brow and straightened her posture. She couldn't help the little grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Distracting you?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	doctor_pym 2010-06-14 12:20 am UTC (link)
	A grin tugged at Hank's own lips, now that all portions of his brain were firing on the same set of cylinders. "I was going to say, "Looking good,'" he said, "But I think that works just as well." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

winsomewasp
2010-06-14 12:23 am UTC (link)

"Oh good! You noticed! I was concerned for a moment that I was going to have to either go completely naked or cover myself in whipped cream or something to get you to notice. I've gone through twenty-one different uniforms so far in this mission of mine. I think the rest of the team is starting to think I'm insane!"

She was grinning now. Jan 1, Science 0. Okay so it was more like Jan 1, Science 21 but not the point.

"So. Let's try this again. Good morning, Hank." She delicately crossed her legs and leaned forward, smiling widely. "I was wondering if you had time in your busy day for brunch."

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doctor_pym
2010-06-14 12:34 am UTC (link)

"Twenty-one? Really?" Hank looked down at his workbench for a moment. "...I have been distracted, haven't I?"

It was, he reflected, always one of his problems. He'd get so caught up in things he'd lose track of the rest of the world. Develop split personalities. Do... things he would later regret.

He smiled.

"Good morning, Jan," he said, much more warmly this time. "I think I can make time," he added.

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winsomewasp
2010-06-14 12:42 am UTC (link)

"Twenty-one. Like I said, I was desperate enough to wear whipped cream! If that had failed I probably would have had to have consoled myself by buying shoes. Lots and lots of shoes."

That he was going to make time absolutely made her day. It also made the fact that she was freezing her adorable little ass off more bearable.

"Good. It'll be so much easier to hit on you with your time and attention, but I do need a favor from you first. Could I borrow a lab coat? I'm so cold." Little things get cold, after all and Janet was certainly a Little Thing.

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doctor_pym
2010-06-14 12:59 am UTC (link)

Jan's shoe-shopping escapades were the stuff of legend even when she was happy. If she did it while depressed, there would probably be few shoes left in the city.

He'd been a very lucky man, once. And maybe he was again.

Hank shrugged out of his own lab coat (warmer than one just hanging, because it retained his body heat) and offered it to her. "Of course," he said.

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	winsomewasp 2010-06-14 01:03 am UTC (link)
	Wrapping herself up in it she fairly snuggled into the coat. It was indeed warm but it also smelled like him and she took a long, deep breath, smiling in that dreamy sort of way that she usually reserved for her post-retail therapy experiences. "Smells like you. I miss how you smell, Hank. Do you...ever miss me?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	doctor_pym 2010-06-14 01:10 am UTC (link)
	Ah, yes. Sometimes, he'd forgotten how direct she could be. He missed it. Too many people danced around too much. He spoke before he even realized he was doing it. "All the time," he said. "All the time." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	winsomewasp 2010-06-14 01:16 am UTC (link)
	"Want to do something about that, Hank?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	doctor_pym 2010-06-14 01:25 am UTC (link)
	"I..." Hank trailed off. He thought about when he had first met her. When he'd made her his partner. When he'd gone out of his way, time and time again, to try and make himself over into the man he'd thought would be worthy of her. When he'd... "I do." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	winsomewasp 2010-06-14 01:30 am UTC (link)
	"Thank God. I'm so tired of the empty space without you. The past is the past. I've gone over it and over it in my head and I don't know a lot of things, but I know that I want you back." Jan lifted up on tiptoes and slipped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his. "Love you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	doctor_pym 2010-06-14 01:38 am UTC (link)
	Hank wrapped his arms around her, leaning into this kiss, savoring the taste of her on his lips. He'd missed it. "I love you," he said. "Always." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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