log: Matt and Darcy
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xp_logsMatt and Darcy go to Marci's for Passover and Easter. Discussion of nude art ensues
By the time they were able to go upstairs to the guest room after the Passover Seder, relatives all sent home in their cars with whatever leftovers remained, dishes done and the house returned to a modicum of normalcy, Matt was ready to collapse. Actually, that was the first thing he did, falling not quite face first on the queen sized bed he was sharing with Darcy since they were pretending to be two normal couples for the sake of Marci's family. He understood why, not everyone was as aware or as understanding of less mainstream relationships, and this was a family gathering. No sense in giving Great Aunt Gertrude a heart attack or whatever.
Still, it was a lot of people, people he didn't know, and all of it over so many hours was overwhelming. Especially adding in that he had to remember to be fully blind and not rely on his powers like he was used to. Letting out an incoherent groan, Matt ignored his cane as it clattered onto the wood floors.
Darcy let out a quiet chuckle as she watched Matt flop onto the bed, scooping up his cane and setting it near the door before perching on the bed. She ran a soothing hand up and down his spine, leaning forward just enough to press a kiss to his temple. "Want help getting ready for bed, or was tonight so much you're just going to crash as-is?" It'd even been on the overwhelming side for her, and she was glad to have a closed door between them and the other parts of Marci's family for some quiet time. She'd forgotten how noisy the night could get with a lot of extended family in place.
Turning his face into Darcy's thigh he shifted an arm to hold her lightly, just....grounding himself. Her scent, the sound of her heartbeat, the feel of the fabric of her dress against his hand. "I need to change," he murmured, not that most of his words were intelligible from that position. The food had been fantastic, the seder interesting, the people polite and welcoming. It was just a lot. Even now, in the house with everyone, he could hear the gentle rhythm of the dishwasher and each set of people going about their nightly routines in different rooms, smell the remains of their meal, the people and their perfumes, the dishsoap for the hand-wash dishes.
After a few steadying breaths, he at least moved so he wasn't at risk to suffocate himself on a decorative guest room pillow. "It wasn't too much," he said finally, "but it was a lot."
"We'll have to try and get you some quiet time before tomorrow night," she responded, content to sit in the relative quiet for a few minutes before they actually got changed. "Have Marci show us her haunts or something, maybe a walk." Her fingers had moved up as they sat, thumb moving in slow circles over the back of Matt's neck. A few minutes later she spoke again, amusement in her tone. "You ready to move around and change, or did I manage to put you to sleep?"
An opportunity tomorrow to meditate before they went to second night seder was a good idea. "Yeah, maybe there's a park or whatever," he didn't need quiet not when he was from New York City, but he did need a place to re-center himself. Leaving familiar areas always made him more likely to get overwhelmed just because it was harder to filter out background noises when he wasn't sure what should or shouldn't be background.
With a pout, Matt rolled to his feet so he could get ready for bed. "Marci is surprised that it went so well," he said to Darcy, eavesdropping shamelessly as he undid his tie and button up shirt, "She also tried to convince her parents for us to all sleep in the basement like a sleepover and her parents were appalled. Definitely a good call to be two couples."
Darcy let out a soft snort of amusement, hands slipping under Matt's shirt to rest on his hips. "Marie-Ange asked about drawing you. Us. You and Foggy too. This was almost the exact mental image that came to mind when she mentioned it, too. No pants, but you had your mask." She gave him a quick squeeze before spinning away to dig through their suitcase. "I wasn't really worried about tonight going well. Now tomorrow, when her parents and grandparents have more time to interrogate us... well, if you end up needing Foggy time we can come up with an excuse. Spa night for the ladies or something."
She still wasn't terribly concerned. Matt and Foggy's closeness could be waved off as a side effect of practically living in each other's pockets for such a long time, and she'd asked Marci to warn her parents in advance about her own tactile nature. Between the two and some time for Matt to just relax with the three of them, things should be fine. "Shirt or skin tonight?"
That made Matt pause, hands still on his shirt mid-unbutton. "And you want to do it?" he asked, figuring she was interested since she brought it up. Would Foggy do it? It was both something he would do and something he would run away from depending on various factors. Matt wasn't against the idea though. He kinda thought it could be fun.
Resuming his undress, Matt shrugged out of his dress shirt and started on his pants. "Would love skin but shirts. Not our house and all that. Wouldn't want to shock the natives."
"Well, she's doing at least two of me regardless. She has a card for most of the team, as I understand it, and likes getting a drawing of the couples as well. I wouldn't mind doing it either. Generally people pose with minimal clothing, but if we can get Foggy to agree... strategic sheets and embracing for the two of you, maybe? Whatever makes him comfortable." Darcy's dress muffled the last part of the statement as she pulled it over her head, swapping it for the tank top she'd packed. She grabbed a shirt for Matt, balling it up and tossing it at his chest with a quick "shirt incoming," then slid under the sheets.
"I... think Foggy might surprise you. If he's comfortable and doesn't think he'll be judged. Well," the memory tickled a smile out of him despite his impending headache. Going to the attached bath and fishing a couple ibuprofen out of his dopp kit, Matt swallowed them dry then joined his girlfriend in bed. "And if he's not, then whatever he wants sure. You going to ask Marci, too?"
"I make no promises about not judging him if he wears the really ridiculous novelty boxers," Darcy teased. "I think Ange would want him relaxed, so I doubt she'd judge him either. I'm not sure about asking Marci. Foggy's actually been to the mansion, people are used to seeing him around some. But I think it'd hurt her feelings if we didn't, even if it was phrased as art of your partners." She thought about it for a moment, wiggling comfortably under one of Matt's arms. "Maybe actually commission Ange for art of Foggy, surprise Marci with it for her birthday. What's your read on it?"
Laying back against the pillows, Matt considered. "Marci knows we're mutants, even if she doesn't see us use our powers often or know everything else. If Marie- Ange had a space set up not at the mansion and probably not the brownstone, I think it would be safe to ask her," but he wasn't so sure about taking her out to Xavier's. As much as he liked living there and being able to freely be himself, if she was there he wasn't sure others would be able to do so and he didn't want to take that away from them.
"Definitely not the brownstone, unless you want an audience. Not sure if Foggy's apartment has the best lighting for it." Darcy's voice was noticeably drowsy as she relaxed, the long day hitting her at once. "We'll figure it out. Not time sensitive, 'mnot going anywhere."
Shifting slightly to give her a kiss, Matt lay back, one arm under his head laying quietly. He was tired, but not able to sleep yet, both from the ideas she put in his head, but also being in an unfamiliar place. Focusing his hearing on Foggy's heartbeat, he used to that to help lull him to sleep.
By the time they were able to go upstairs to the guest room after the Passover Seder, relatives all sent home in their cars with whatever leftovers remained, dishes done and the house returned to a modicum of normalcy, Matt was ready to collapse. Actually, that was the first thing he did, falling not quite face first on the queen sized bed he was sharing with Darcy since they were pretending to be two normal couples for the sake of Marci's family. He understood why, not everyone was as aware or as understanding of less mainstream relationships, and this was a family gathering. No sense in giving Great Aunt Gertrude a heart attack or whatever.
Still, it was a lot of people, people he didn't know, and all of it over so many hours was overwhelming. Especially adding in that he had to remember to be fully blind and not rely on his powers like he was used to. Letting out an incoherent groan, Matt ignored his cane as it clattered onto the wood floors.
Darcy let out a quiet chuckle as she watched Matt flop onto the bed, scooping up his cane and setting it near the door before perching on the bed. She ran a soothing hand up and down his spine, leaning forward just enough to press a kiss to his temple. "Want help getting ready for bed, or was tonight so much you're just going to crash as-is?" It'd even been on the overwhelming side for her, and she was glad to have a closed door between them and the other parts of Marci's family for some quiet time. She'd forgotten how noisy the night could get with a lot of extended family in place.
Turning his face into Darcy's thigh he shifted an arm to hold her lightly, just....grounding himself. Her scent, the sound of her heartbeat, the feel of the fabric of her dress against his hand. "I need to change," he murmured, not that most of his words were intelligible from that position. The food had been fantastic, the seder interesting, the people polite and welcoming. It was just a lot. Even now, in the house with everyone, he could hear the gentle rhythm of the dishwasher and each set of people going about their nightly routines in different rooms, smell the remains of their meal, the people and their perfumes, the dishsoap for the hand-wash dishes.
After a few steadying breaths, he at least moved so he wasn't at risk to suffocate himself on a decorative guest room pillow. "It wasn't too much," he said finally, "but it was a lot."
"We'll have to try and get you some quiet time before tomorrow night," she responded, content to sit in the relative quiet for a few minutes before they actually got changed. "Have Marci show us her haunts or something, maybe a walk." Her fingers had moved up as they sat, thumb moving in slow circles over the back of Matt's neck. A few minutes later she spoke again, amusement in her tone. "You ready to move around and change, or did I manage to put you to sleep?"
An opportunity tomorrow to meditate before they went to second night seder was a good idea. "Yeah, maybe there's a park or whatever," he didn't need quiet not when he was from New York City, but he did need a place to re-center himself. Leaving familiar areas always made him more likely to get overwhelmed just because it was harder to filter out background noises when he wasn't sure what should or shouldn't be background.
With a pout, Matt rolled to his feet so he could get ready for bed. "Marci is surprised that it went so well," he said to Darcy, eavesdropping shamelessly as he undid his tie and button up shirt, "She also tried to convince her parents for us to all sleep in the basement like a sleepover and her parents were appalled. Definitely a good call to be two couples."
Darcy let out a soft snort of amusement, hands slipping under Matt's shirt to rest on his hips. "Marie-Ange asked about drawing you. Us. You and Foggy too. This was almost the exact mental image that came to mind when she mentioned it, too. No pants, but you had your mask." She gave him a quick squeeze before spinning away to dig through their suitcase. "I wasn't really worried about tonight going well. Now tomorrow, when her parents and grandparents have more time to interrogate us... well, if you end up needing Foggy time we can come up with an excuse. Spa night for the ladies or something."
She still wasn't terribly concerned. Matt and Foggy's closeness could be waved off as a side effect of practically living in each other's pockets for such a long time, and she'd asked Marci to warn her parents in advance about her own tactile nature. Between the two and some time for Matt to just relax with the three of them, things should be fine. "Shirt or skin tonight?"
That made Matt pause, hands still on his shirt mid-unbutton. "And you want to do it?" he asked, figuring she was interested since she brought it up. Would Foggy do it? It was both something he would do and something he would run away from depending on various factors. Matt wasn't against the idea though. He kinda thought it could be fun.
Resuming his undress, Matt shrugged out of his dress shirt and started on his pants. "Would love skin but shirts. Not our house and all that. Wouldn't want to shock the natives."
"Well, she's doing at least two of me regardless. She has a card for most of the team, as I understand it, and likes getting a drawing of the couples as well. I wouldn't mind doing it either. Generally people pose with minimal clothing, but if we can get Foggy to agree... strategic sheets and embracing for the two of you, maybe? Whatever makes him comfortable." Darcy's dress muffled the last part of the statement as she pulled it over her head, swapping it for the tank top she'd packed. She grabbed a shirt for Matt, balling it up and tossing it at his chest with a quick "shirt incoming," then slid under the sheets.
"I... think Foggy might surprise you. If he's comfortable and doesn't think he'll be judged. Well," the memory tickled a smile out of him despite his impending headache. Going to the attached bath and fishing a couple ibuprofen out of his dopp kit, Matt swallowed them dry then joined his girlfriend in bed. "And if he's not, then whatever he wants sure. You going to ask Marci, too?"
"I make no promises about not judging him if he wears the really ridiculous novelty boxers," Darcy teased. "I think Ange would want him relaxed, so I doubt she'd judge him either. I'm not sure about asking Marci. Foggy's actually been to the mansion, people are used to seeing him around some. But I think it'd hurt her feelings if we didn't, even if it was phrased as art of your partners." She thought about it for a moment, wiggling comfortably under one of Matt's arms. "Maybe actually commission Ange for art of Foggy, surprise Marci with it for her birthday. What's your read on it?"
Laying back against the pillows, Matt considered. "Marci knows we're mutants, even if she doesn't see us use our powers often or know everything else. If Marie- Ange had a space set up not at the mansion and probably not the brownstone, I think it would be safe to ask her," but he wasn't so sure about taking her out to Xavier's. As much as he liked living there and being able to freely be himself, if she was there he wasn't sure others would be able to do so and he didn't want to take that away from them.
"Definitely not the brownstone, unless you want an audience. Not sure if Foggy's apartment has the best lighting for it." Darcy's voice was noticeably drowsy as she relaxed, the long day hitting her at once. "We'll figure it out. Not time sensitive, 'mnot going anywhere."
Shifting slightly to give her a kiss, Matt lay back, one arm under his head laying quietly. He was tired, but not able to sleep yet, both from the ideas she put in his head, but also being in an unfamiliar place. Focusing his hearing on Foggy's heartbeat, he used to that to help lull him to sleep.
