mcu/rise mashup

[neonleon]

for heyunderoos

this au got us bad so fast

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[heyunderoos]

[Peter stills as his hand is caught in Leo's own, smiling under his mask at his husband's words. He gently laces their fingers together. There are so many things he wants to say.

He reaches through their shared ninpo as well, just letting a gentle rush of feelings pool between them. Warmth, affection, fondness, love just clear between them.]

I love you too.

[neonleon]

[He feels it, that assurance and love through the ninpo. He smiles a little warmer, lifting Peter's hand to kiss his knuckles before letting go.]

I'll meet you back at our room in a few hours.

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[heyunderoos]

Okay. [He softens a bit further at the way Leo's smile grows warmer. All he wants to do is hold his husband. He leaves their connection open as he draws back. The threads weaving them together radiating love.]

I'll be waiting. [He finally turns, moving to do as he intended, cleaning up the disastrous meeting room.]

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[heyunderoos]

[Peter reclines a little further back into bed, half propped up on the two pillows the couple share. A few loose pieces of paper lay next to him, some of his own written instructions nearby incase he wants to brush up on what he's doing.

Peter has been keeping himself relatively busy with the origami animals he's making.

His current turtle isn't perfect, but he'll get it properly in shape soon enough. Normally he works at an actual table instead of reclined in bed in his pajama's.

He can wait.

He's good at waiting.]

[neonleon]

[Commander Leonardo Parker-Hamato is a busy turtle. He goes from handing out meals at the mess hall to cleaning up dishes in the mess hall. To helping carry all the actual, nonreusable rubbish to the burn bin. Bringing refills of formula and cloth diapers to the spot most everyone has delegated to be childcare. Helping someone else with their personal laundry because that was his cost of giving up his personal stash of potatoes.

It's a few hours before he puts his hand to the door lock and watches the door whoosh open, some extra clean clothes tucked under one arm and a small box in his other hand.]

Sorry to keep you.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter sits up at his husband's arrival, his expression warms up several degrees.

He has no idea how much Leo has gotten up to, assuming his normal duties had needed more attention. Peter had fallen into his own routine easily enough, always just narrowly missing his husband in the process.]

You didn't keep me. [He says this easily enough as he shuffles the papers back into a pile. He sits up completely to open the drawer of their nightstand. He stashes his collection of papers in there, along with the origami turtles he's been working on. His most recent half-finished one is added to the pile as well.]

[neonleon]

Glad to hear it. [Cute. It's always cute. He reaches behind him to flick a small lever, locking their door. If anyone needs them, it'll be an actual emergency they can yell for.

Honestly... Peter here is just the image he wanted to walk in to. 'Home' isn't quite right, nothing will ever be 'home' until the war is over. But for now, it's where they're comfortable. Leo steps in, setting the clean clothes and box down on the desk before starting to get his scarf-cape off and going through the paces of undressing.]

How many is that now? In the drawer.

[heyunderoos]

More than four. [He teases a little as he settles back onto the bed, just languid and comfortable.

All the seriousness of being Commander Parker dropped away to just Peter. He's curled comfortably enough in Leo's spot on the bed, preemptively warming it up for him.] Twelve. Probably enough to give to the kids, but, I'll be sad to stop making them. It's a habit now.

[neonleon]

Who says you have to stop?

[He glances over his shoulder and is struck by how... perfect he looks like this. Piled up in his spot on the bed, comfortable and loose as himself and not Commander Parker.

Leo wishes they could always have this. He huffs through his nose with a smile and starts shucking off his pants. His tail wags happily with the freedom now.]

Just keep making them if they make you happy right now.

[heyunderoos]

If I do that, we'll be up to our ears in turtles. [He jokes easily back, just sidestepping the inevitable truth of the moment. He would run out of paper soon enough. It was a luxury he could even do this.

He just watches Leo undress, just basking in the sight. Its nice to just see his husband come back down to himself.

The tail wag is also very cute. He could watch that tail wag all day.] I should try my hand at other animals anyway.

[neonleon]

Hm. I remember I saw some cute spider patterns before. Could probably figure something out.

[That all out of the way, Leo looks at his husband again. He did promise. He even did extra so he could have a late morning, just set things up for everyone else to get the day started so they have an extra hour or two. His steps are light and decisive coming to the side of the bed, kneeling down next to it and reaching one hand to Peter.]

Don't know what I'd do without you. You know that?

[heyunderoos]

Maybe. I think you'd be the only one who would want a spider though. [Peter muses with a smile, relaxed where he's lain.] I'll see what I can find.

[The easy declaration just makes Peter go a little pink. He readily reaches out as well to take Leo's offered hand.

He's stopped deflecting compliments these days, but he still is never sure how to handle them.] I get that feeling sometimes. [A tease since it helps him keep from going any pinker.] The feeling is mutual though. I don't know how I'd...deal with any of this without you.

[neonleon]

[Leo immediately squeezes his hand. No questions asked, just smiling up at Peter now.]

I think you'd wake up, put on that suit, and do what has to be done. Because you bring hope to everyone. Including me. But you'd be just as right to throw the suit out and call it. Whatever you need to do for you.

[He kisses the back of his hand, feeling how warm Peter feels against his skin-scales, his own fingers rough and calloused from handling weapons nonstop. He rubs his fingertips in circles against Peter's palm feeling it, how small his hand always feels in Leo's.]

[heyunderoos]

[Peter just turns a little pinker at the sentiment. The flush spreads to the tip of his ears. He would keep carrying on where he could, but Leonardo was his rock. He always had been. Peter isn't sure how he would cope without his husband.]

Now you're just buttering me up. I'm just... I just do what I can. That's all I can do. [He laughs softly, just shifting somewhat back.] C'mon, I warmed up your spot. I want to hold you.

[neonleon]

Oh did you? Well, I can't let your hard work go unappreciated.

[Leo carefully hefts himself onto the bed. If he takes a few extra seconds to physically drag himself over Peter to get to his spot, who can prove he'd do such a thing on purpose? But Peter is warm, and so are these blankets. He wants more than that. All of it, he wants to suck all of Peter's warmth out of him for himself.

He hums to himself as he settles there on the pillow.] Mmm... yeah, I think you're right. Proper warmed up.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter releases a short huff at Leo just maneuvering over him. He settles back once Leo is actually laying back on the bed too.

He shifts to lay on his side so he can just look at his husband.]

Figured you'd want the bed a little warm at least. You've been working hard all day, so, it felt like I should live up to being resident bed warmer.

[neonleon]

[He has his mouth open to say something - and then stops when Peter says that last bit.]

Why would you think that?

[heyunderoos]

[The shift in tone is enough to surprise Peter considerably. He falters a little, not entirely sure what to say.] I was mostly- thinking about keeping the bed warm I mean?

[neonleon]

[Leo's expression is a mixture of hurt, confusion, and I fucked up again what did I do this time that Peter is likely familiar with. Had he done something to make Peter think he's just a bed warmer? That he isn't a valuable part of their team, their intel and scouts? One of the fighters that can keep up with the Hamatos and can get civilians to safety faster than most of them?

Or was Leo just... on edge from earlier? Thinking too deeply about something that probably doesn't matter. Not really, Peter was probably just making a joke. He presses his face down into the pillow with a muffled, tired groan.] Ignore me. Don't listen to me.

[heyunderoos]

Leo... [God, he fucked it up by being too jokey. He just wanted to make Leo laugh a little. He hadn't thought all that deeply about the connotations behind the joke.] I'm sorry. I was... that was a stupid joke. I was just thinking of it literally I guess? Since I'm warm and always heat up the bed faster?

[Even his attempt at explaining the situation just feels stupid. Reaching out to rub Leo's shell gently.] I don't want to ignore you. I want us to be on the same page.

[neonleon]

No, I- Same.

[He shifts, just rolling onto his side to face Peter. He rests his hand on Peter's, thumbing idly at his wrist. While he wouldn't call Peter 'fragile', humans really are... their skin breaks and bruises so easily, they get hurt so fast. They have no outer protection, no thicker skin or scales... Leo knows Peter is tougher than most humans because of his own mutation-that-isn't-a-mutation, has watched Peter get hit by cars and Krang and parts of buildings only to get back up and spit the blood out of his mouth and keep going.

But Leo still worries. He worries about that soft pink flesh under his thumb as he rubs circles into that spot, warm and gentle.

They do these talks sometimes. Periodic check-ins when it's been a rough day or two. Just flatly laying out facts.]

I feel bad about earlier. About egging you on when we didn't have time just to beef it.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter laces their fingers together again. He's quiet as he waits for Leo to speak.

The urge to reassure Leo is immediate, but... it isn't how this goes. Laying this out plainly is the better way for both of them to not jump into trying to fuss at each other.]

I feel bad about earlier too. [That feels like a good start.] I got too carried away with- wanting all of it. I didn't think about how I was pushing you a little too far.

We haven't really had actual sex in a long time.

[neonleon]

[His eyes search Peter's expression for any hint of ridicule, negativity for the situation... A large part of him still blaming himself for the whole war to begin with and looking for someone to blame him for something since no one will openly blame him for losing the Key.

But he finds nothing. Just his husband watching him.]

...No, we haven't. Despite some of our best efforts sometimes... [He sighs softly at that. No blame, no accusation. Just facts. He tugs Peter's hand to him, moving to sit up a little and kiss at the soft skin in the inside of his wrist.]

Was hoping to fix that tonight. If you'd let me. [The way his eyes cut up to watch Peter's face... Leo's nervous. Anxious.]

[heyunderoos]

[There lay no blame there, just Peter watching. Concern for his husband, but nothing genuinely negative.

Peter's lips quirk into a smile at the tug, and the feeling of Leo's lips pressing against the inside of his wrist.

His smile brightens a few more degrees. He moves a little closer to his husband. Affection is easy enough to read on his features as he looks at Leo.] I'd like that, a lot. We deserve that time to ourselves.

[neonleon]

We do. And that's why I've got our schedule cleared and completely closed until nine o'clock morning meeting.

[He could light the sun with that smile. Leo could fuel all of Donnie's security machines and the entire base with that smile Peter levels at him. He would bottle it up and use it any time someone needed something nice.

Right now, that's his. That smile is his alone to cherish. The way the corners of Peter's lips folds ad crinkle up, the way - when he really is feeling that joy, that happiness - the smile reaches Peter's deep dark beautiful eyes. Leo knows he would do anything he has to to protect it. Protect Peter.

He presses his lips to that same warm sensitive spot of Peter's wrist, holding his mouth there.]

Would you let me?