Fins and Fangs

[notthatcrazy]

The team's had a few rough cases lately, and it's finally time to lie low and let the heat die down a bit. Face had managed to scam them a small apartment (he doesn't know how, and he's decided he's okay with that) and it's the first time in months they've stayed somewhere with a cable connection.

Just when you thought it was safe to turn on the Discovery Channel...

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[notthatcrazy]

"Sure, if you're not the fish."

He's still shaking his head when the show comes back from commercial break, providing a suitable distraction.

[notjustaface]

"I'm pretty sure the fish didn't feel anything." He comments through a mouthful of popcorn, letting himself get a little lost in the combination of mindless entertainment and Murdock's weight pressed comfortably against him.

"Can't tell me you never blew anything up as a kid. I've seen the way your eyes light up when we get to use the good stuff."

[notthatcrazy]

Probably better than letting the poor thing suffocate. He shrugs as he leans back against his side.

"Never anything living. Gram and Grandpa wouldn't have stood for it."

Sometimes it's hard to reconcile his generally kind personality with life in the Army. He can get the job done when he has to, but it's not really in his nature to be violent.

(Except when it is. Mental illness is kind of a bastard that way.)

[notjustaface]

"Sensible enough," he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss on top of his head.

There's a comfortable lull, the casual existing in the same place and time without really anything to do is kind of nice, and certainly a welcome change of pace. Even if he'd just get antsy if it lasted long enough.

[notthatcrazy]

It's definitely more laid-back than the last time they'd managed to catch the Shark Week festivities. He'd refused to talk to anyone for a week unless they called him Bruce.

"You look bored." He nudges his foot affectionately with his own.

[notjustaface]

Face half-shrugs, returning the nudge with a gentle affectionate rub.

"Not exactly my thing," he answers; "but I like being here with you."

[notthatcrazy]

On screen, the Mythbusters have signed off and the show has changed to one of the innumerable 'World's Bitiest Shark Attack' type shows they like to trot out.

"You know scientists are studying sharks' immune systems 'cause they can eat all kinds of sick fish without getting sick themselves?"

He leans further back against the sofa cushions, frowning slightly.

"But stuff like this is all you ever hear about."

[notjustaface]

Snuggling against him, Face lets out a soft murmur of agreement and kisses his head again.

"Ratings, man... sick fish don't get ratings quite like Shark Attack 5."

[notthatcrazy]

"True."

It does make for more exciting TV than migration patterns and mating habits.

"But there's a lot more to them than bein' vicious killers."

[notjustaface]

"And I suppose you know all that stuff?" He offers a somewhat bemused grin, letting a hand wrap around him to gently rub at his belly.

[notthatcrazy]

"Some of it."

When he gets interested in a subject, he doesn't mess around.

"Maybe I just like things that have hidden depths."

Smiling, he lets his free hand slip beneath the hem of Face's shirt.

[notjustaface]

Now that is a little more Face's speed - and he's more than happy to listen to obscure fish facts if there's skin against skin involved.

"Yeah? Sounds interesting."

[notthatcrazy]

Ironically, his usual tendency to chatter on until someone makes him shut up is somewhat muted by the warm cuddly feeling.

But not entirely.

"D'you know the biggest shark in the world mostly eats plankton?"

[notjustaface]

"You're shitting me." His voice takes on an almost interested tone and he lets out a half laugh, teasing up the frayed hem of Murdock's shirt.

"It can't be that big..."

[notthatcrazy]

He grins, pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder.

"No shit, man. Forty feet long, with a mouth big enough to swallow you whole, and it eats little bitty things."

[notjustaface]

"Why though? I mean if you're big enough to eat anything that stands in your way, why stick to tiny stuff?"

It's a genuine question, though he's not really as curious as it might imply.

"It's got to be eating all the time."

[notthatcrazy]

"Well they're filter feeders, like whales. They'll eat fish and other little critters, but they don't go after the big stuff."

he shrugs again, happy to settle back into his arms after that little educational outburst.

"I dunno. They're pretty docile around people, so they're probably just not that aggressive."

[notjustaface]

"Mmm..." he licks his lips, rocking slightly against him.

"Man, if I was a shark..." he gestures at the TV where a guy is bleeding out after being bitten; "...I'd be one of those guys."

[notthatcrazy]

"Mmmhmm."

He kisses him again, nuzzling his neck.

"Y'know, we still don't know a lot about sharks..."

He looks him in the eyes.

"They're pretty secretive."

[notjustaface]

The gentle kiss warms him and for a moment he has to remind himself that they're technically on duty and he can't exactly let his body take over.

"Sounds awfully familiar."

[notthatcrazy]

It's never good to get caught with your pants down. Especially in the literal sense.

"Yeah... it kinda does."

He takes some comfort in the fact that he knows more of Face's secrets than anyone else ever has. It's sort of a sad, twisted kind of special, but it's significant nonetheless.

[notjustaface]

Not that he isn't capable of things with his pants still on...

"Guess it'd be pretty nice to learn more." He murmurs against Murdock's forehead; "You know, about sharks. And whatever."

[notthatcrazy]

The look he gives him is quite a bit more serious than a discussion about marine life would suggest.

"You ask, I'll tell."

[notjustaface]

And he's not about to ignore that look.

"I know, babe." He answers softly, kissing him again. "I know."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know you know."

He goes quiet for a while, content to soak in the comfort of his touch as the narrator on TV drones on about sharks in South Africa.