paradisalogs | Lets (not) talk about sex

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church,
tex

Lets (not) talk about sex

Who: Church and Tex
What: the long avoided conversation about awkward happenings during The Gentlemen plot
When: Tuesday night
Where: Church's room.
Rating: R for language at least.

Mason was off the leash and running, he'd been nosing through the halls with some sort of purpose until he found a door and ran inside, tail wagging like crazy.

"God dammed dog, I've shot people for less than this." The black armored form muttered and tromped after the canine. It wasn't until she crossed the threshold that she realized whose room she'd stepped into.

Fuck

Yeah, Church's room and of course the dog was running right up to him, eager to lick his face and give all the affection in the world like it was no big deal. She hadn't been back to his room since the silence and violence of the Gentlemen. She'd been human and for once she'd been really and truly scared for her life.

Church had helped her adjust, and protected her. Hell he'd even stayed up all night to make sure she slept and...as they say one thing lead to another, and it kept leading there an awful lot.

But that had been the fear and the situation right? Things were different, or rather back to normal now. It seemed stupid that she'd avoided him, no not avoided. She'd just been busy, anywhere he wasn't and doing anything not involving him. Totally not avoiding him. Right.

So she just stood there in the doorway, not quite stepping fully inside and not saying anything, just sort of holding the leash in her hand as if that was all that needed to be said.

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"Good." Because what they had done? Fuck yeah she wanted more of that, more of everything really. So many things to try, positions, accessories, attitudes.

"Different but not a big deal, ok. And how strong are they? Like what would it take to...theoretically...tie you up or something?"

"Doesn't seem any different than my old body." He shrugged.

While he had the same type of robotic body as she did back in Blood Gulch, he lacked the ability to truly exploit it's capabilities. He was only ever as strong or as fast as he thought he was.

"Uh, wait... why?"

"Like the suit?" That sounded odd because the whole point of the suits was to make you stronger and a better soldier. But then she remembered the sim soldiers weren't trained that way. So for all their tech they were just guys running around being average, below average in some cases.

"What? Uh.. No, no reason." Smooth, thy name is not Tex.

"Yeah. I don't know, Harper said something about this body being strong enough to fight something or other. He left me a manual, you can read it if you want."

Technically the body Harper built is more powerful than the Freelancer robot bodies are... but Church isn't exactly functioning properly.

"Uh huh," Skeptical Church is skeptical. "Well, you better get your mutt back on his leash we're almost in town."

"Ok." Good to know, they could fight something way to fucking pay attention Church. Fight what? A Brute? A dinosaur? A four year old?

"Don't see why he has to be on one if they let you and Tucker walk around free."

"Mason, Mason c'mere you fleabag." The dog, hearing her tone and not her words, being that her tone was affectionate and her words well...they were Tex, hurried over. She stopped and knelt down taking a moment to ruffle the dogs ears and speak quietly to him, which set his tail wagging. She hooked the lead on and stood making sure she had him on a good leash before the hit the town proper.

"Hey, I'm not going to take off chasing some random bitch in heat or a stray cat or something. Now Tucker, well... you might have a point there."

Church smiled as he watched Tex hook Mason up, she was a rotten bitch alright but somewhere in there she was still a bit of a softie. Maybe York was right that being here, away from the program, was good for them.

Right, and that's why York fuckin' left them all and split to the deadzone. Asshole.

"Yeah, Tucker." She snorted a laugh and stood to lead the dog onward toward the tower.

"So. You don't sleep, right? Or eat? Do you have to recharge or something?" It seemed a little too good to be true frankly and she was worried about what the downside might be.

"I have to run through a power cycling thing. If I do it every day it's only like fifteen minutes. Half hour if I put if off for a couple of days."

It almost was 'too good to be true' compared to their old bodies. No stupid switches in awkward places or worrying about someone sneaking a bomb in your gut. Plus, the ability to actually interact with people out of armor.

"I can't eat, which is kind of lame and I don't have to sleep, which isn't so bad. Just kind of boring."

Not that he minded not being able to sleep, he found while he was human that he didn't sleep well. So, it wasn't something he particularly enjoyed. Technically he could just 'shut down' to simulate sleep but he just got in the habit of staying up.

"Sleep was awesome." When she'd finally fallen asleep after all the fear and...everything else, it had been fantastic. She'd woken up sprawled across the bed and Church and felt amazing.

"But doing a powercycle won't be a big deal, I mean I'd have a body." She looked up and shook her head. "I never thought it could happen."

And there it was, and because of him. She bumped shoulders with him and casually snagged his hand with hers.

"You snore." He smirked. Not loud and he thought it was kind of cute but she did. "and you're a bed hog."

He shrugged into her bump, passively returning it and laced his fingers in hers. Her hand, encased in armor, practically enveloped his.

"As much as I hate this place... it definitely has it's good points."

"Fuck you! I do not." She snorted but didn't try to crush his hand or shove him away, her bitchiness was carried in her tone and the swagger of her walk.

"It's a big bed, not like you were sleeping anyway..most of you." He'd already admitted to shutting down some parts of himself.

"Yeah? Like no Caboose, no Reds?"

"Not that big a bed, and yeah, you do." He chuckled and nudged her. God she had a sexy swagger.

"God, could you imagine Caboose here?"

"Big enough for me." She laughed back, it was true, just because it might not have been comfortably big enough for the two of them..." Yeah, remember that Church, so she doesn't have to hit you, as much.

"I've been trying not to since day one."

"I figure the minute I stop expecting him to show up and fuck everything up, is... that's the moment he actually shows up and fucks everything up."

Because knowing this place, that is exactly how it would work. Soon as they stop expecting him to show up blam-o he'd arrive.

They get to the tower and Church enters his code to unlock the doors.

"Probably right given how this place likes to fuck with us." Though, they were both here and not trying to kill each other so that was a plus.

she watched him, the movement was easy, practiced almost second nature. "So, you spend a lot of time here, huh?"

"Off and on, I swing by to check on how your body is coming pretty regularly."

He opened the door for her, revealing the open pillared entryway. Grand double staircase in the back and the letter S in intricate tile-work on the floor. Everything about the space screamed opulence without being gaudy and still maintaining a welcoming atmosphere. It was exactly everything that Blood Gulch hadn't been.

"Welcome to Stark Tower."

Welcome back, Mr Church and guest. The AI intoned from unseen speakers and Tex canted her head to look at him. Off and on, sure, that's how he gets a personal greeting.

But the place was nice. Fuck the place was better than anything she'd set foot in before. Even her jaded nature had to stop for a moment and take it in.

This was what he was giving up to stay in the Castle? "Why the fuck would you ever leave?"

"Hey JARVIS, this is Tex. Tex meet JARVIS, he's the one working on your body."

Church grinned and gave her a minute to check things out before bringing her to the elevators. He was pretty proud of calling the Tower his home, even if he didn't spend much time here, so he liked showing it off when he could.

"Oh you know... reasons. Someone has to keep an eye on Tucker." Except that he had stopped living there before then, when she arrived. He had wanted to be around her, even if all they did was fight.

Hello Miss Tex, welcome to Stark Tower.

"Uh, yeah..right, thanks." She turned to Church. "Hell of a lot more pleasant than most of the AI's I've ever worked with." And it was true, present company not excepted.

Progress on the synthetic mesh for Miss Tex is nearly ninety eight percent complete, only small details need to be calibrated and specific cosmetic choices.

JARVIS helpfully offered as they stepped into the elevator, the voice following them through unseen speakers as though he was along for the conversation.

"Yeah, we all got reasons I guess. Still this place is pretty damn nice." And it was also the home of that other woman who Tex was deliberately terminating thought function on at the moment. Mason however was thrilled about it, he was sniffing the elevator and picking up the few scents to be had there.

About the animal, Mr.Church- "Does he seriously call you Mr. Church?" Tex cut in on the AI.

The facility was not precisely designed for children or pets. To be more accurate Mr Stark specifically left these out of his designs for the tower as he wanted neither in it. But the animal can be accommodated if you wish.

"He's a dog, and his name is Mason, got that bot-boy? So yeah, treat him nice because you never know, he might be here a lot." Nobody pushed her friends around, be they artificial or furry.

No one but her anyway.

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"Yeah, he won't just call me Church and 'sir' got annoying real fast." He shook his head as Tex laid into JARVIS about Mason. Definitely going to make this trip as quick as possible. He had no idea if JARVIS could be pissed off but it he could, he bet Tex could do it. Either that or they'd somehow become besties.

"Mason'll stay in my room while we're here. He won't be any trouble."

Church hit the button for his floor so they could drop Mason off.

"Great, all you need is someone who actually gives you some kind of respect." She snorted, which lacked something when it came from a helmet that lacked the ability to roll eyes. But hey that was what they were there to fix, wasn't it?

Of course, Mr. Church. Shall I ready the lab?

She was never going to get used to that, never. But it was going to get amusing watching Church squirm every time he said it. She was half tempted to tell JARVIS that he was some sort of royalty to see what happened.

"Hey, I deserve some kind of respect." He snorts back. Still, he'd rather JARVIS not call him 'sir' or 'Mr. Church'. There's something about having the AI call him that... it just feels wrong. Hell, he's not sure why but it almost feels creepy sometimes.

"Yeah, that would be great. It'll only take us a few minutes and then we'll head over."

"Some kind sure, but that kind?" She laughed and punched his shoulder, her affection seemed to always display in some physical sort of way.

"So, the AI has a thing for you, you were close with the woman who lives here, you are having my body work done here and it's ten times better than the castle." Was that a question or a statement?

"Still hard to believe you'd rather hang out in the fucking castle." The door opened and she and Mason followed Church down the hall to his room. Seriously the place was nice.

"Well," Church shrugged a faint smile on his face. "I guess there was just something more important at the castle."

He opened the door and Mason zipped inside to sniff around every nook and cranny. His room in the tower is far more 'homey' than the one in the castle. This was mostly due to having Pepper Potts design the space but there were subtle touches that marked this as someplace he thought of as home. The kick-knacks that Chie bought him sitting on the gunrack, the fingerprinting that Beth made hanging on the wall.

"Yeah..whatever. If I had a room here I wouldn't spend a minute in that dump that I didn't have to."

She took the leash off Mason and let him do his doggy thing of running around. She pulled a bowl out from the storage compartment on her back and looked for a sink to fill it, the bathroom was connected so she just walked in like she owned the place.

When she set the bowl down she could overtly notice the things she had been covertly studying before. Little kitsch things and a weird painting. "What's thing?"

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