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It had sounded perfect, she thought.  Perfect.

Small.  Light.  Fits on an armband.  Activated with a single touch, keyed to the wearer's DNA. It supposedly lasts for three hours continuous use without needing a recharge.  Sure, Bar had mentioned there might be some harmless side effects.

Initially, she'd been rather enamoured of the way it looked. Like she was wearing a thin skin of oil over her entire body, only in the most beautiful shade of cobalt blue.  And standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, she could see no reflection whatsoever.  She did a little twirl, and noted her vision wasn't effected at all.  (Moving with the privacy screen always gave her a bit of a headache.) 

And then she shut it off.   She pressed the button and shut it off.   Off. Off. Off.

She thought it wasn't shutting off because she could still see the blue tint of the field covering her body.  And then she looked up into the mirror. 

Oh no.

She scrubbed her hands under the water.  Nothing.  She fished her sonic screwdriver out of her pocket and fiddled with the settings.  She aimed it at the back of her hand and cringed as she pressed the button.  A high pitched whirr filled the small room and she felt the energy field writhing over her skin.  After a long moment, she looked down at her hand.

"Shite."

Date: 2009-04-24 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"Going to be in there much longer?"

Oblivious werewolf is oblivious.

Date: 2009-04-24 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Richard eyes the door warily.

"Are we out of toilet paper?"

Date: 2009-04-24 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"What side effects?"

He's sounding a wee bit concerned, now, though still wary.

Date: 2009-04-24 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"You're blue," he says a bit dumbly, sniffing at her.

"Why are you blue?"

Date: 2009-04-24 06:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He takes the device very gingerly, not wanting to accidentally set it off.

He looks at it, looks at her, starts to smile affectionately, and suddenly finds himself fighting not to smirk at her.

Date: 2009-04-24 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"Yes, thank you, River," he answers, openly grinning now.

Beat.

"I think I'll go ask Bar for a camera now."

Date: 2009-04-24 07:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
...Ryan has not been distracted from his quest the way he thought he was going to be distracted.

Woe is he, on so many levels.

"No! What did you do!"

He sounds rather distressed, poor fellow.

Date: 2009-04-26 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He's still looking at their own hands, her's still blue, his freshly blue. He opens his mouth to protest again when he looks in the mirror.

It's a bit disconcerting to not be able to see yourself.

"Blue," he says flatly. "You've turned me invisible and blue."

Date: 2009-04-26 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He's tempted to stay irritated because he's blue.

But he's also invisible and it's hard to stay irked when you're invisible.

"What about when I move?" He moves back a bit, feet near silent on the floor.

Date: 2009-04-26 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Where's the fun in that?

Date: 2009-04-26 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Somebody didn't think this through very clearly.

Richard works his way silently towards the window seat and its several throw pillows.

Date: 2009-04-26 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Isn't that exactly what they're doing?

He doesn't ask. It would spoil his fun and he has to get back at her somehow for turning him blue.

He puts a hand on a pillow and waits for her to turn before he picks it up.

Date: 2009-04-26 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Guh.

But he wouldn't be an SAS man if he was distracted by a simple thing like a naked female.

Well. Perhaps not so simple. She is blue, after all.

The pillow gets thrown at her anyway.

Date: 2009-04-26 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"Hey!" He throws up an arm to protect himself from the pillow, then quickly skirts left and off the carpet.

He takes a moment to secure the device to his wrist properly.

Then he throws his shirt at her.

Date: 2009-04-26 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Perhaps it only turns skin blue.

They'll find out soon enough, he's sure. Right now he's trying to make as little noise as possible while he struggles out of a boot.

Balancing on one foot is not his forte.

"Oof!"

Date: 2009-04-26 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
One step at a time there, madame.

Richard pulls himself back up by the back of the couch, keeping one hand down as he fusses with his other boot.

When he finally gets that off, he can worry about his trousers.

Date: 2009-04-26 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He looks up at the sudden change of scent and grins.

"Oh you're slow, aren't you?"

The other boot drops with a thunk and he quickly moves away again.

Date: 2009-04-26 04:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Hey, this is a great way to test the device out.

And while she's covering her eyes, he's going to work on his trousers. He's rather immobile due to his legs being trapped.

Date: 2009-04-26 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He has to move a little quickly to get around behind her. She may hear him coming.

But she'll definitely know he's there when his hands slip around her waist, pulling her towards him.

"Yes?"

Date: 2009-04-26 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
He can fix that.

He brushes her hair aside to get at her neck, nuzzling and nipping along it.

Date: 2009-04-26 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"No. You taste just fine." He knows that's not what tactile means, but it serves to answer her question just fine.

He trails one hand slowly up the centreline of her abdomen while the other, still on her shoulder, massages gently.

Date: 2009-04-26 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
"Might be a problem if I didn't."

Well. More of one. He's still blue.

He kisses at her neck, licks it, nibbles it, not in any particular rush just yet.

Date: 2009-04-26 07:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
Success!

He sweeps her off her feet and starts carrying her towards the bedroom. It's a pity she can't see his face. He's grinning like a loon.

Apparently sex can make even being blue better.

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