[oom] They Call It A Blue Screen

[hell_in_highheels]

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."

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Going to be in there much longer?"

Oblivious werewolf is oblivious.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Uh... maybe?"

"Shite shite shite."

"Richard? Um. I have a -- slight -- problem."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Richard eyes the door warily.

"Are we out of toilet paper?"

[hell_in_highheels]

His answer is a light and nervous laugh.

"No, no."

Oh how to explain this.

"Bar made sure to tell me that the side effects were harmless. And temporary. I should be -- fine. In a bit."

How temporary!? She never remembers to ask the important questions.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"What side effects?"

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

[hell_in_highheels]

The door opens a crack.

Her hand emerges to wave at him.

And then her arm, all the way to the shoulder.

It's a lovely shade of blue.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

See icon.

[hell_in_highheels]

She peeks through the door and sees his expression.

And slits her eyes at him.

"Oh, see if I ever do you any favours again, Captain Ryan."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"You're blue," he says a bit dumbly, sniffing at her.

"Why are you blue?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She pulls back from the door, pacing back across the bathroom to retrieve her robe and slipping into it.

"Here," she hands him something that looks remarkably like a wrist watch, only there is no display. "Don't turn it on."

She stands with her arms crossed, her voice sparking with irritation as she recites the specs. "Man portable cloaking device, lasts three hours. DNA keyed to the operator. No visual distortion, by wearer or viewer. One mild side effect, harmless, temporary, lasting an unknown duration."

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

Her eyebrow rises and she can't help but echo that smirk.

"This would be the part where you," she drawls, her voice pitched low, "say, 'Why thank you River, for selflessly experimenting with the alien technology, so that I might use it in good health and peace of mind.'"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Yes, thank you, River," he answers, openly grinning now.

Beat.

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

[hell_in_highheels]

She slits her eyes at him, sidling across the floor and sliding up to him. "You wouldn't dare."

Her hand is trailing down his forearm, over his wrist to his hand and she presses her thumb against the edge of the device. The field actually covers both of them, she notes.

"Oh look. Now you're blue too."

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Made you invisible," she purrs, leaning against him. While they are touching, it's a contiguous field, and she can see him. She turns to look in the mirror, and yes, they're both cloaked. "Look."

[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."

[hell_in_highheels]

"I have. And such a lovely shade of blue, my love." She's smiling broadly now, waggling her eyebrows at him. "Temporary, I'm sure."

"Now stand there for a moment, would you? I want to see if there's any distortion."

She releases his hand and her reflection appears in the mirror again as she backs away and circles the space where she knows he's standing.

"Oh. Well. That is -- there's no distortion at all."

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Go on then." Her eyes remain focused on the spot where he was standing. "But keep talking so I can tell where you are."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Where's the fun in that?

[hell_in_highheels]

"Richard?"

Her head turns as she scans for him, listening intently. A hint of concern enters her voice. "Richard?"

She reaches out a hand to where he was standing. Nothing but air.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Richard?"

The sound in the bathroom has changed. He's left the room.

She slits her eyes and pads out into the livingroom. Two can play at this game. She addresses her words to thin air. "Now you listen here, wolf. I was trying to assess the device's efficacy. I can't rightly do that with you hiding from me, now, can I?"

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

He doesn't have to wait long as she passes by the fireplace, around the corner of the couch, passing within feet of him headed towards the office. "I know you probably don't think me very much of an adversary, strategically speaking, but I can play dirty too."

She undoes the ties of her robe and lets it fall to the floor.

She really is blue. Everywhere.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

Oof.

River rocks forward a bit, and then turns, grinning fiercely. She sees the pillow and knows its source.

"Oh very good. No shadows from the sunlight. Can you see?" She gestures to the rugs beneath his feet. "But you do leave impressions in the wool."

She grabs the pillow and throws it right back at him.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

The fabric flutters back into view as it wraps around her face, and her giggling is muffled for a moment as she struggles to free herself.. "See, that's not fair!"

She pauses long enough to examine his shirt. "It isn't blue at all. Perhaps you're not susceptible to it? Turn it off and let's see. Richard? Oh you cheeky little..."

She's following him, or where she thinks he went, pausing in the doorway between bedroom and living room, listening intently.

[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!"

[hell_in_highheels]

Her head whips around at the sound of his voice. "It's a small flat. You know I'm going to find you eventually," she purrs, her tone playful. He's still in the living room somewhere, and on the hardwood. Ah, yes, there's the tip of an unlaced boot sticking out from behind the couch. She turns away from it, pretending not to notice.

"It only remains to be decided just what it is I'm going to do with you when I do catch you."

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

A boot.

Why would he have taken off his...

Oh. Oh.

Suddenly she's a thousand times more aware that she's without her robe. The blue in her cheeks darkens considerably.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

"I was rather more focused on the test results."

Well, that and seeing just how blue he was, when they'd finished the test.

It hadn't occurred to her that he'd...

She covers her eyes, grinning like a fool, the hunt completely forgotten for the moment.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

"I don't think I'll make a very objective observer," she tries to reason, moving to retrieve her robe from the office floor. Her heart is already racing, and the blue blush is spreading across her chest and down her arms.

"I mean, if that's what -- I mean, if you're planning what I think you're planning.

"Richard?" Her eyes go wide as she sees his trousers appear on the rug behind the couch.

[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?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She gasps, taken completely off guard. Walking around without a robe had cooled her skin, and his touch feels like a brand. His fingertips on her stomach, his palms, his arms, his chest against her back. She melts back against him, turning her head slightly to look at -- nothing.

"Oh bloody hell." Her scent spikes with desire. "It's like being blind folded, but so much more intense."

Still in objective observer mode, a bit.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He can fix that.

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

[hell_in_highheels]

Her head falls back against his shoulder and she whines softly, barely able to draw enough breath to make any sound. Goose bumps rise under his lips, spreading down her shoulder and across her décolletage.

One hand reaches up to curl around his head while the other holds tight to his arms around her waist.

"Any -- tactile -- impairment?"

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

The sound of his voice against her ear is threatening to obliterate any thoughts of the experiment. She stands, transfixed, revelling in the sensation. Her eyes close and she nuzzles against his cheek. Every inch of her skin tingles.

"You smell the same," she whispers.

[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.

[hell_in_highheels]

"I mean -- you -- still have..." That thought is left hanging as her awareness folds down to the feel of his mouth. Kisses along the top of her shoulder make her purr, nibbles along the tendon of her neck are equally well received.

But the combination of tongue and teeth right at the juncture of her neck and shoulder makes her arch in his arms and sends a hard shudder running down her spine.

[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.