TPF. Wesson's House. Little House in the Mojave

[dens_extra_pups]

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a few miles away in the desert


sunshine: *showing faintly through the blind that's been pulled over the skylight over the soft puffy bed in the spacious loft*

Maria: *soft sound, stretches a bit*

beefy arms: *tighten around her slightly*

Maria: *soft "hmm"*

something: *mmmmms back softly*

Maria: *sleepy peek*

loft: *painted white, but comfortably dim for hungover eyes even on this bright early morning*

Maria: *looks to see who's with her on the bed*

Wesson: *lifts his brows and gives her a dozy grin*

Maria: *muzzy grin* Hey.

Wesson: Hey. How's your head?

Maria: Bit fuzzy...

Wesson: *lets her go and puts his shoulders back in a stretch, then sits up* Aspirin?

Maria: Yeah... *moving to try and sit up as well*

Wesson: *gently pats her back down with one big hand, then tucks the light sheets around her before scootching off the bed and vanishing through a hole in the floor*

Maria: ... *raised brow, just realized she's still wearing her jacket and everything else from the night before, minus her boots* Where am I?

something: Mrrrrrp? Mrrrruuuu! *big orange kitty pops out from under the blankets and sticks his face in hers. You wants loves? KISSIE*

Maria: *surprised squeak*

kitty: *love love love! Nosie kisses with a cold kitty nose!* *MIGHTY MORPHIN' MEGA PURRRRRRRR!*

Maria: ... Hi, kitty.

kitty: *LOVE!*

Wesson: *coming back* Pete, cut that out.

Pete: *stops lovins and looks at Daddy* Mrrrr?

Wesson: You heard me.

Pete: *plumps down and shows belleh*

Maria: *can't help it, snickers softly*

Wesson: *snorts at him, and then sits on the end of the bed and offers Maria the pill bottle and a glass of water. And a grin* Sorry. I didn't realize he was up here.

Maria: *as she accepts the offered bottle and glass* He's cute. What kind of cat is he?

Wesson: *wrinkles his nose as the young cat rolls over and then crawls into his lap* Dunno. Looks somethin' like a baby Maine Coon. *yes. He said a baby*

Maria: ... How big do Maine Coons get? *so surprised*

Wesson: *slight grin* The site said thirty pounds.

Maria: *jaw drops*

Wesson: Yeah, that's where the aspirin goes.

Maria: *facepalm*

Wesson: *deadpan* Hittin' yourself in the head with the bottle don't work.

Maria: ... *amused headshake*

Wesson: *chuckles and reaches to take the bottle back* Here, I got this.

Pete: *laying on his back on Dad's lap* Mru?

Maria: *will reach to pet the kitty*

Wesson: *as Pete purrs thunderously and wriggles* One or two?

Maria: One.

Wesson: You sure that'll be enough?

Maria: Too many and I'll be loopy.

Wesson: *gives her the requested white tablet* This is just normal strength.

Maria: I'm kinda sensitive to stuff, ever since the accident. *will reach for the water and take the painkiller*

Wesson: *looks at her closely* You're barely hungover.

Maria: Painkillers and other over the counter stuff really messes me up. *wry smile* One time, I had some muscle strain, so I took the normal dose of painkiller... Apparently, I was trying to argue with a cactus when my CO found me.

Wesson: *expression darkens* You mean that big robot?

Maria: Nah. Col. MacKenzie. He made sure the base doctors kept an eye on me.

Wesson: Ah. *looks down through the hole in the floor* You wanna shower?

Maria: *stretches a bit more* Yeah, I'd better...

Wesson: Okay. I set the water to heating. The bathroom's that door by the kitchen. *sets Pete aside, then jumps through the hole and lands with a thump that shakes the whole house*

Maria: *surprised squeak at the shake*

Pete: *looks through the hole and talks*

Maria: ... *moves to look through the hole*

Wesson: *looks up, and then shakes a rope ladder at her* Don't worry about Pete. He can get himself down.

Maria: ... *soft snerk, will carefully climb down*

Wesson: *offers her a couple packages. Remember when he parked last night and ran into the all night drug store for a moment?*

Maria: *studying the packages, and then she's giving Wesson a Look for the boonies*

Wesson: *expression goes bewildered* Are those too big? I thought small would make wedgies.

Maria: They're granny panties.

Wesson: *blinks* *looks at the package* That lady on there is the same age you are.

Maria: The style's granny panty.

Wesson: ...It says "bikini".

Pete: *boing boing boing! OUT the cat flap!*

Maria: *wrinkles her nose*

Wesson: *exasperated* I don't see anythin' wrong with these. They look a lot like what I wear, 'n those're comfortable. *without turning his head* Pete, get the rat outta the house.

Pete: *mrrp* *sound of cat flap again*

Maria: They're not pretty.

Wesson: *exasperation turns to bewilderment* Pretty?

Maria: Yeah. No lace or anything? Really?

Wesson: 0.0 Who sees underwear?

Maria: It's the principle of it.

Wesson: ...What principle?

Maria: ... Know what? I'll just shower back at my place.

Wesson: *shoulders droop* *deep voice soft and pleading* Mari? Don't go. Tell me what you want, and I'll go get it.

Maria: *turns her back, sulking*

Wesson: *gentle hand on her shoulder* I bought the soap that smells like your perfume.

Maria: *deep breaths*

Wesson: *other hand slips around in front of her, holding a rose shaped glycerin soap in which is embedded a beautiful cubic zirconia dewdrop pendant*

Maria: *snorts at the pendant* I can't wear that.

Wesson: Why not? It's just like you.

Maria: No, it's not.

Wesson: *turns the soap so that light flashes and glints inside the little crystal* *softly* It's got the same fire you do.

Maria: *very slight wibble*

Wesson: *quietly* I had to get it when I saw that fire. *hand moves away from her shoulder, and then his arm's going around her and offering a gentle squeeze*

Maria: *trying to maintain composure*

Wesson: *moves the soap to catch the fire again, the motion gentle and teasing; asking her to take it*

Maria: *hesitantly reaches for it*

Wesson: *slips it into her hand, and then adds his other arm to the hug, which gently squishes the breath out of her*

Maria: *trying to catch her breath*

Wesson: *quiet rumble* Whoops. *hug gets softer*

Maria: *once she's regained a bit of composure, she's noticing the ruffles and lace on the white curtains... and that the house is TINY* *just a bit thrown off by the juxtaposition between the lace and ruffles on the curtains, and the lack of ornamentation on the boonies Wesson got her*

Wesson: *turns her slightly so that he can peek at her face* *without turning* Pete, lose the bird. Outside.

Maria: ... That cat is crazy.

Wesson: He's tryin' ta make breakfast. *chuckle*

Maria: He's still crazy. *small smile*

Wesson: Never said he wasn't. *more softly* You feelin' better?

Maria: Yeah...

Wesson: You want me to go get you some different pants?

Maria: *sigh* No.

Wesson: Fried bread and meat?

Maria: What kind of meat?

Wesson: *lets her go to walk over, hunker down, and open an ice chest under the counter by the stove. Takes out a package and reads it* "Pure hickory smoked ham. Not chopped or formed."

Maria: *studying the kitchen* *considering look* That sounds good.

Wesson: *grabs that and closes the chest, then takes a box of pancake mix from one of the wire basket shelves hanging on the kitchen wall behind him* Alright. I'll be out by the fire pit. *heads for the door*

Maria: *will frown at the basket shelves and study the rest of the kitchen area*

Wesson: *gives her a hopeful grin as he leaves the house. Closes door quietly behind him*

Pete: *yanked backward out the cat flap* Mrrp!

Maria: *soft snerk, will move to head for the shower*

bathroom door: *opens onto a tiny stall neatly clad in textured metal and sporting a hand-held shower head in a holder on the wall, and a metal clad composting toilet slightly to one side* *oh, and a window with a plastic venetian blind over it*

Maria: *makes sure the blind is closed before she's moving to get ready to shower*

water: *nice and hot when she tries it! Oh, and there's a tap for adding cool water if she needs it too, but she'll have to screw the hose onto the faucet before it'll work, because that's also for washing your hands after using that toilet*

Maria: *quick and efficient as she showers, absently singing a song her grandma taught her years ago* *is enjoying the juniper, cypress, galangal and eucalyptus scent of the soap, even as she cheats and digs her thumbnail in to try and get the pendant out faster* *chuckles and wonders to herself who would spend the money to use Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab perfume oils, especially Loup Garou, in soap*

pendant: *pops free! And then dangles from the chain*

Maria: *will study the pendant as she rinses it clean*

pendant: *winking little fires dance in the depths of the tear shaped gem. It is very simple, though part of the finding that it hangs from is heart shaped*

Maria: *soft snerk as she sees that the bail is heart shaped* *will move to dry off and get dressed* *a bit amused that she has to step out of the bathroom to dry off and get dressed. Now she gets why Wesson left the house*

Wesson: *is the sound of music from the speakers of his old truck out there*

Maria: *adjusts her eyepatch and considers the pendant*

Wesson: *playing the song that she danced to at least twice the night before*

Maria: *very soft snerk, will move to see if she can't help with breakfast prep*

Wesson: *surprise surprise! As she steps out of the tiny house, she'll see that some of that music's coming from the guitar on his knee*

Maria: *blinks a bit* You play, too?

Wesson: *guitar goes blurrrgle and stops as he grins up at her sheepishly from his seat on a yellow milk crate by the fire pit* A little.

Pete: *is a tail bouncing through that patch of prickly pear over there*

Maria: *chuckles* It's more than I can do.

Wesson: *grin widens a little* You can probably do things I can't. *shows her the frying pan on the side of the cooking pit, in which sits a ham steak. A plate nearby holds lumpy looking fried bread cakes*

Maria: *slight shrug* I don't know about that...

Wesson: Oh whoops. *sets down his guitar* Gotta get a fork. *bumps the crate with his foot to say she can sit there, then heads inside*

Maria: *will move to sit down, missing the crate entirely due to lack of depth perception* *startled squawk* *will pick herself up and dust herself off*

Pete: *suddenly over next to her and making concerned sounds*

Maria: I'm okay, Pete. Just missed what I was aiming my butt at.

Pete: *sniffs at her butt* Mrow?

Maria: *will try again to sit on the milk crate*

Pete: *decides that since she's sitting, she needs something in her lap!*

Maria: *surprised sound*

Pete: Mrrp? *nose kissie?*

Maria: Hey, now. *gently trying to discourage kissies*

Pete: *will be good and lay down. And purr*

Wesson: *back out* Oh, great. He's a good table. *offers her a big steel fork*

Maria: Thanks. *will reach for the fork*

Wesson: Here, lemme do this first. *grabs the plate of bread and uses the fork to flip the steak over on top of it. Then puts the fork on the plate and offers the whole thing to Maria*

Maria: *soft chuckle as she reaches for the plate and fork, mindful of the cat on her lap*

Wesson: *makes sure she has it, then goes to get a rock and kick it over to where he can sit near her* Did you get the rock out of the soap?

Maria: Yeah. *will duck her head for a moment over her plate*

Wesson: *tilts his head sideways as he tries to see if she's got the necklace on* Do you like it?

Maria: *not wearing the necklace currently, but it is in her hand, glinting in the sunlight* *and then she's looking up, cheek bulging because she snuck a bite before finishing her prayer*

Wesson: *has seen the necklace and is grinning again* *indicates it, his brows lifting to second his question*

Maria: *slight blush and a small nod*

Wesson: *grin grows a bit* Want me to put it on for you?

Maria: *more blush and another small nod*

Wesson: *holds out one big hand for the pendant, the other hand going out to gently pull Pete's whiskers as the young cat purrs about the warm plate on his back*

Maria: *will carefully hand the pendant over*

Wesson: *carefully figures out the fine, though inexpensive chain, and then gets up and scoots around to stand behind her, making sure that he moves on her sighted side*

Maria: *will make sure her eyepatch ties aren't in the way*

Wesson: *frowns with concentration, but gets the tiny clasp fastened. Takes hold of the chain to each side of it and tugs gently to make sure, then pats Maria on the shoulders* There.

Maria: *blush* *quietly* Thanks.

Wesson: *big hands gently squeeze her shoulders, and then he's moving to sit by her on the rock again*

Pete: *has never stopped purring*

Maria: *feeling very self-conscious now, will absently pick at breakfast*

Wesson: *glances at her after a moment of watching the sky* *frowns with concern* Did I mess it up?

Maria: *looks up, startled from her thoughts*

Wesson: *winces, but then puts up a hand to the level of his head*

something: *swoops down and sits on the hand. And then flirts beautiful wings and looks at Maria with the most gorgeous golden eyes as a young redtail softly asks her for something to eat as though she's a mother bird*

Pete: *talks to Birdy Bubby*

Maria: *boggles*

Wesson: This is Billy. She thinks she'd like a bite of your ham, but that's just her way of trying to make friends.

Billy: *makes cute*

Maria: *will carefully cut a couple pieces of the ham, a small smile on her face*

Billy: *quiet sounds as she watches the food cutting*

Wesson: *gently cuffs her on the cheek with one finger* You've ben feedin' yourself for a couple weeks. What's the big idea?

Billy: *love love!*

Maria: Are all your pets crazy, John?

Wesson: *blinks and looks around* Pets? There's just Pete.

Billy: *reaching and waiting for nom with her beak open*

Maria: ... What about Billy, then? *will offer one of the cut pieces of ham*

Wesson: *expression clears as the young hawk daintily takes the bite of ham* I let her go. She was never a pet.

Billy: *eats and looks happy, then talks to Maria*

Maria: *soft chuckle, will offer another bite of ham*

Billy: *takes it daintily, and then tries to feed it to Wesson*

Wesson: *sputters and hides his mouth*

Billy: *makes a funny sound at him as she looks at him with one eye and then the other*

Maria: *raised brow*

Billy: *hops down and feeds Pete instead*

Pete: *PURRRRR!*

Wesson: *cautiously lowers hand* I never taught her that...

Maria: ... Wasn't me

Billy: *soft little nibbles for Maria's pant leg, and then plunks down to sit with her family and watch the fire fairies go up into the hot spring sunshine*

Wesson: *slowly shakes his head* I knew she wasn't hungry.

Maria: *chuckles quietly*

Wesson: *looks at her plate* Do you need anything?

Maria: *small headshake, will return her attention to eating*

Wesson: *reaches for his guitar and gives her a little music with her meal*

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