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from my crossfaded!maria wip!
summary/scene: early-ish in his time in jackson, tommy finds himself taking care of maria and talia (dina’s older sister) after they have a lil too much fun
“alright, maria.”
“why are you— why are talking to me like that?”
“like what?”
“like that, tommy. like ive had too much to drink.”
“i have a feeling i wont get away with answering that, ma’am”
“ma’am,” she mocked him like she always does, except far worse. “ma’am ma’am ma’am. i dont like it when you call me that. i like it too much.”
“What?” He looks her in the face with his eye brows furrowed, holding back his laugh—it’s clear from her red eyes as well as confused words that she’s still crossed, as johnny has said. “Oh, jesus, you’re really gone. you’re drunk as Cooter Brown.”
“Who the hell is Cooter Brow—“
“Cooter!” Talia exclaims the word from her spot on the floor, giggling hard with her eyes pressed shut in blissful peace. Her giggles turn into a cackle as she brings her arm to point a finger up at Tommy without even looking. “You said Cooter!”
“Okay, alright—“ He tries to move on, but Maria snorts and, to his surprise, starts giggling too; then it’s fucking pointless. He puts his face in his hands, defeated. By the time he finished a deep, long sigh, Talia and Maria are both on the floor near tears, rolling like a pair of hyenas.
maria pauses her laughing for just a second to gasp out towards talia “oh, god, i’m feeling it—talia, i’m fucking feeing it. my face is so warm, talia—why did you do this to me?”
“i did this to you?” talia is giggling so hard her face is damn near completely red, an impressive feat considering how tanned her skin is. she points a finger at herself and then turns it towards maria, nearly poking the other woman in the face. “you did this to you! i told you not to drink it—you smoked enough!”
“drink it?” tommy balked. what the fuck? “how the—did you make goddamn pot tea?”
“uh—“ judging from her face, she’d apparently forgotten he was there again. she tried to school her face into something clueless as maria continued to giggle adorably, muffling it into her hands. “pot? what pot? who said anything abou—?”
“Quit that,” Tommy says—and fuck, he sounds like Joel for a second he’s so exasperated. “Please, please tell me you didn’t let Maria drink decade-old weed, Talia.”
talia drops the act and pouts, clearly put out that he isn’t going along with her jokes—to be fair, he usually does. being up at what he guesses is hours past midnight isn’t helping his mood. Perhaps noticing his grumpy exhaustion, she goes on. “I obviously grow my own, buzzkill—it’s fresh! Do you want some? You seem like you could use some.”
“No. I do not want some.”
“Are you sure?”
“I—,” Tommy rubs a hand over this face, from his forehead to his mustache, and lets out a little laugh. He really can’t ever help it, with Talia. “Yeah, I’m sure. Thank you. Maybe later.”
“whatever you do,” he hears maria say, and he looks over—somehow, fast and quiet, she settled herself to lie straight with her back across the floor. she looks up at him with red-rimmed, squinty eyes and a small comfy smile; the sight of her so relaxed and blissed out makes him fall a little bit in love. she continues to speak, voice low and slightly slurred: “drink that shit slowly, tommy. i did it too fast, and now—“
talia and him watch, silent and amused, and maria takes a big deep breath, a big in-and-out like she’s just eaten the fullest meal of her life. her smile grows, slow and dangerous and beautiful, to show pearly white teeth.
“—now I can’t fucking move!” She breaks out into delighted cackled once again, and this round specifically reminds him so much of how she’d laughed in his arms when they’d first met—the memory makes his cheeks heat and his chest ache. oblivious to his yearning, she goes on, laughing. “i don’t want to fucking move, i feel so heavy. it’s fucking amazing.”
“yeah,” talia beams down at her from her spot on the couch, crossing her arms and straightening up. clearly, she’s proud and pleased with herself. “My shit’ll do that to you. I told you not to drink the whole thing.”
“Oh, whatever, it’s great, I’m great. I’m amazing,” Maria waves a hand in the air towards Talia, sloppily, and it drops back down onto her stomach with a comical smack. “Pot is great, Talia—you’re amazing! Tommy’s amazing, everything’s amazing.”
Talia shoots up an amused smirk at Tommy; the both of them are trying their best not to laugh at Maria, this time. “You hear that, Tommy? You’re amazing.”
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Hi I found you through your mech pilot snippets and now im addicted to them. To merge with a being of gun metal skin, a heart which burns like the sun, an unfathomable mind. To become one perfect unity, my body is its body is my body so forth.
Ahem. Anyways i think you're cool
Yes! Yeeeessssss! Good! You understand the eroticism of the connection, the link.
The yearning to feel interface cables sliding into your skin, settling into neural ports. To feel your body map expand into the chassis of a 50 meter titan of metal and circuitry, to feel the heat of the reactor thrumming in your chest alongside your flesh heart. To feel the thoughts and mind of this great machine sliding into and against your own.
You understand, my friend. I'm happy to have shown you this.
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