LOG: Haroun and Alison - It's All In The Name of Science, Dear

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Haroun and Alison, early this morning. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and Haroun's in a teasing mood. The frontiers of cybernetic science are explored.



Haroun snuggled up closer to Alison in an attempt to suck out all of her body heat for himself. Their room was -freezing-, and he was heartily sick of being cold all the time. "Honey? Turn up the
thermostat. I'm freezing." he said as he attempted to burrow even deeper into the covers while maximizing his skin-to-skin contact.

"Geh!" It was one way to be drawn out of a half-doze, all right - very very cold feet being pressed up under her own and a very wriggly (and distracting) Haroun pressing up against her. All of her. Which was,really, very very distracting. As a matter of fact. Especially so considering it had been some time now where things had been very... behaved. Despite a few make out sessions which had stayed to just that, which had meant many cold showers and with that thought Alison did her best to extricate herself from octopus Haroun long enough to shift around and look at him. "...I have a better idea, mmm?" And well... apparently, torturing oneself was good, Alison had to admit to herself, even as she started to work on glowing just enough to start leaking heat, worknig through the spectrum until it was a more heat than light deal.

As Alison turned the heat on Haroun went from the twelve-armed octopus of COLD! to the twenty-four armed octopus of WARM! If it were possible he would have physically _merged_ with her. "Mmmm. Feels good." he said, looking up at Alison. "You know, for an old lady you still look fantastic." he said. If that was what he could look forward to, he could consider himself blessed.

If it hadn't been for that particular choice of words, Alison likely would have been quite content to enjoy the Haroun wriggling and leave things at that (plus promises of cold showers to herself later on). As it was however, that particular remark earned Haroun an indignant squawk and a firm thump on one of his shoulders (along with a mental promise to screw the dignified look and die her hair asap, dammitall). "Streaks of silver! That's it!" She made a grab for the pillow this time, careful not to jab him in any of the usually sore areas he displayed while still trying to adapt to the new 'ware. "Rat! No more wrinkles! Nothing! I look fine again except for the hair! Arg!"

Haroun laughed and looked for exploit Alison's ticklish spots that didn't double as places he probably wasn't prepared to back up going to. Which was in and of itself an enticing thought and unbeknownst to him parts of him were _definitely_ warming up to the idea. "HAH! You must be old, that was barely even a love-tap. Before your impending crotchety old lady-hood you used to put some English on those."

That meant war. And then more war. And... well, war. "Why you..." Haroun had all brand new ticklish spots she very well knew about by now, even though she'd always been careful not to trigger them during therapy. And if she was going to drown herself in a cold shower later, she might as well have a little (and very distracting) fun now. It all made sense, really, even if it meant wriggling probably just as much as Haroun while attempting to tickle him back while protecting (eep!) her own ticklishs spots (cue helpless giggles).

Haroun spent equal amounts of time laughing on one hand and tickling in all sorts of distracting places in the other. He felt ... odd. Flushed, hyperaware, and better than he had in a long, long time. Then it finally dawned on him -why-. "Oh my." he said, sitting up right. He had to fight the urge to wave it in the air to show Alison. Instead, he just lay back (without any pain whatsoever) and watched. "Whassamatter, old lady? You must be getting slow in your old age." he taunted, and then kissed her knee.

"Eeep!" That tickled and Haroun knew it and Alison was most prepared to exact utter and horrible vengeance of the vengeance of doom type thing when, suddenly, well... she was distracted. More.

"...oh my." All that and a distinct lack of Haroun looking uncomfortable, too.

"Yep. Oh, my." he said with a distinctly evil laugh he hadn't used in a very, very long time. He streeeeeeetched himself like a cat, feeling his back go pop, pop, pop. Yep. Today life was _good_. "One has to wonder how far neural conductivity can be pushed at this stage of the game." he purred. "Shall we test?"

Blink. Blink blink blink. There was, indeed, nary a sign of cranky I'm hurting Haroun in sight. And well, certainly somethign else in sight. And then some. Managing to blink up at Haroun's face, Alison tilted her head to the side, lips quirking. "Careful you don't give this old lady a heart attack and I think we can see about... testing. Yes. Now?" Which would be entirely nice, because Alison was well and truly distracted and if there would be no testing... well, there'd be
a very cold shower. ...possibly for both of them, this time around. She grinned at Haroun endearingly though, awaiting his decision on the matter. Because he was very much leading this show.

"There's just something about an older woman..." he purred before making his move.