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Face had stayed awake after outlining his plan, long after the others had drifted away to catch what rest they could. Murdock knew that the responsibility was weighing heavily on him, particularly coming so soon after the reveal of Morrison's betrayal. He found him still looking over the three plastic cups, mentally going over the details of the plan.

"Who has the most to lose from this? Me," he'd pointed out to him. "And I trust you."

"Yeah, I know.. but you're crazy."

"Not that crazy."

Eventually he coaxes a genuine smile out of him, and he pulls him away from the table. "C'mon, you're not gonna do us any favors stayin' up all night."

Face follows him without too much protest, stopping short when he reaches their makeshift sleeping quarters. "What is that?"

"What, that?" Murdock grins, picking up the small stuffed hippo. "Found it with the dolls. Must've gotten mixed in with the wrong shipment."

Face just shakes his head as Murdock pulls him down to sleep, still humming his faux-operatic tune. Eventually, the soft singing changes to a more melancholy melody.

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notjustaface

Which really just makes his goal of sliding down past the cloth barrier all the more simple.

"Mmm... we've got to have something to scar BA for life with. Or, you know... the generation of crazy assholes in our future."

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notthatcrazy

He smiles against his shoulder.

"If this is your idea of sweet talk, you might need some more practice."

Though probably not too much, given how receptive he is to what Face's hands are doing.

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notjustaface

His fingers stroke gently over the warm skin, drawing small circles and lines as he tries to remember each bump and follicle.

"If I was trying to sweet talk you I'd look you in the eyes and tell you how lucky I am that you don't give up." His voice drops to a true, humbled purr as he catches his friend's eyes; "Even when I hurt you."

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notthatcrazy

He shivers, looking up into those blue eyes. If his own eyes are looking a little watery... well, he'll blame it on the dust in the air.

"That," he breathes, "is much better."

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notjustaface

Their allergies are acting up... That's it.

There's more to it, apologies for the past and likely the future too, but that ragged breath does things to him and he pulls Murdock even closer - almost on top of him.

"Damn lucky," he murmurs, burying his free hand in dirty, soft hair to pull him into a deep kiss.

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notthatcrazy

That's totally what it is. Really.

"I'd say you're worth the effort," he says after they break the kiss. "Even when you think you're not."

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notjustaface

He fully believes that Murdock feels that way... Which makes it hurt in the best way possible. He's not used to that kind of faith.

"I'm glad you think so," his lips smile, but his eyes are cloudy. He would have given up a long time ago, but Murdock's crazy enough to hold on.

Comfortable, he slides his fingers lower and pushes up against him.

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notthatcrazy

"All the people in your life, you let me get close."

He sighs, arching up as Face's hands move lower.

"Means a lot to me."

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notjustaface

His back protests, each rock of his hips driving his back into a particularly hard lump. Worth it - even if their first time properly together isn't romantic.

It's hard to admit, but quietly he says; "You didn't leave." In the end, everyone else has turned their back.

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notthatcrazy

The rhythm of their movements and the rocking of the ship are strangely relaxing, in a weird way.

"And I never will."

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notjustaface

It's another thing he'll probably never actually believe, but hearing it makes him ache in the best possible way.

"I..." he sighs, closing his body tighter around Murdock - tugging gently at his hair; "I want you so bad, baby."

It's a horrible line, but he really means it.

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notthatcrazy

Maybe he won't believe it, but Murdock is going to do his best to make him see that he's sticking around.

At one point, he would have teased him about the cheesy come-on, but now he recognizes it for what it is.

"Yes..." He strokes a hand down Face's back to rest on the curve of his hip. "Please."

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notjustaface

He deserves the teasing, really, but can't help but be glad the tired desire is returned this time around. Not that he would have pushed it if it wasn't.

"Like you have to ask..." he grins, tilting his chin up to kiss him again. Slowly, his hand works it's way out of Murdock's hair to the buttons and zippers digging against each other, thumbing open Murdock's fly.

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notthatcrazy

It's better when he's not being suave, really. He can slip on a mask and put on a show for anyone, but that sort of fumbling honesty is something only Murdock gets to see.

"Yes..."

His hands are moving more now, trying to express with touch all the things he can't quite put into words yet.

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notjustaface

Not that he'd ever admit to it - as far as he's concerned there's only the mask.

"Yeah..." he echoes, forcing down the zipper to force down the loose jeans just enough to feel warm skin against him when he opens his own fly.

"Mmm... better?"

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notthatcrazy

Another thing he can think all he wants, but Murdock knows better.

"Much."

He moves to press a warm, loving kiss to the dip of Face's collarbone. "God, you feel so good."

It's getting cheesier than a Velveeta factory in here.

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notjustaface

It works for them. And as long as they keep quiet the chances of traumatizing any of the ship's human inhabitants are pretty slim.

Tangling limbs, they manage out of the clothes and Face succeeds in his drive to get fully underneath Murdock's body - enjoying the press of warm skin on top of him. "Mmm... hospital softened you up..."

He chuckles under his breath, nuzzling another kiss against his lips as his hands rake over his sides and hips. "I like it."

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notthatcrazy

He blinks at the mention of the hospital and shakes his head, pushing the memories aside. He doesn't want to think about that while they're doing this.

"Not looking too bad yourself."

He presses another kiss to his collarbone, alternately nipping and licking at his skin.

Definitely going to traumatize the stuffed animal, at least.

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notjustaface

Strictly enforced diet and a lot of free time led to an extra etch in his abs, for sure... and he's always glad to have it noticed.

"I always look good to you," he chuckles again, letting out a soft groan with each trace of his mouth. Rocking his hips in a slow deliberate rhythm, he focuses more on the hard rise against the inside of his thigh and the way Murdock's back and ass feel under his fingers.

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notthatcrazy

"Pretty much, yeah..."

There was that one harebrained plan that ended with them covered in paint, but even that was strangely attractive.

"Been a while, huh?"

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notjustaface

That was definitely a memory to forget... but it was fun getting there at least.

"Something like that..." he groans, eyelids fluttering against the sensation as his pushes become somewhat more demanding - his arousal digging harder each thrust. "Too long."

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notthatcrazy

He doesn't want to think about how much he's missed this... or how many times he'd dreamed of them being together only to wake up alone in an empty white-walled room.

"Just don't hold back on me, alright?"

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notjustaface

And curled up in their makeshift bed, it's all Face can think about - the time apart, the way it ripped him up like he never thought anything could. Knowing that no matter what he had to make things right.

Now it's not just for him, it's for all of them - and maybe just most of all for the way Murdock's world collapsed when they knew who'd been behind it.

But this moment, this moment isn't for the memory - it's a new path being forged. Even he knows it's different now, everything about it feels different.

"I'll try..." he grins, kissing his bruised lips. "Still figuring out how we'll do this, you know?"