Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
steelartisan) wrote2010-08-31 10:10 pm
steelartisan) wrote2010-08-31 10:10 pm
Three months later
There are murmurs in the air: San Francisco, publicly declared haven to mutants. The possibility of moving; the fact that Xavier's school is neither precisely a haven nor precisely Xavier's any more.
The gossip mill has always been a thriving entity at the Mansion. Telepaths only help this along. So far, it's only an idea being tossed noncommittally back and forth, and only one item of many in the grapevine. (Others include the federal government's inconsistent and uneasy stance on mutants, who's dating whom, and, for the brave or foolhardy, the question of how exactly Emma keeps her costume from falling off.)
Right now, though, Piotr is not listening to anybody gossiping about anything.
He's settled, instead, under a tree in one of the further corners of the Mansion's grounds. Kate's head is resting in his lap, and one of her hands loosely twined with his.
She's finally gotten clearance from Hank to take off the Genoshan collar. It was really about time.
The gossip mill has always been a thriving entity at the Mansion. Telepaths only help this along. So far, it's only an idea being tossed noncommittally back and forth, and only one item of many in the grapevine. (Others include the federal government's inconsistent and uneasy stance on mutants, who's dating whom, and, for the brave or foolhardy, the question of how exactly Emma keeps her costume from falling off.)
Right now, though, Piotr is not listening to anybody gossiping about anything.
He's settled, instead, under a tree in one of the further corners of the Mansion's grounds. Kate's head is resting in his lap, and one of her hands loosely twined with his.
She's finally gotten clearance from Hank to take off the Genoshan collar. It was really about time.
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When you've known somebody for this many years -- and, let's be honest, loved them for this many -- you get pretty good at letting rambling slide right past and picking out the important bits. (Like the bits that do not involve naming their daughter Coffee.)
"I like it, I think," he adds, and spreads his hand slightly against hers. And against her stomach, with their baby girl inside. "Is a good name."
And not such a weighty legacy as the first names they decided against.
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"It is," she agrees, and can't make the smile that grew at his first words go away.
"Maybe I won't screw this up too badly after all." She hasn't brought up again her fears about that, but it doesn't mean they've disappeared.
But they're...well.
Logan doesn't coddle.
That helped, some--but for no logical reason, especially as Piotr is biased and she knows it--his hand with hers still helps the most.
"So just a first name," she breathes. "Not hard at all. Right." Beat. "...How many months do we have left, again?"
He laughs against her hair, and Kate pokes him gently, before noticing that he's been shifting them back on the bed slightly.
"--I am not, for the record, in need of a nap," she says, after a moment's consideration. "But given that the bed is here, and all..."
She pokes Piotr harder when his laughter grows at that, but she's grinning when he gently sets her down, curling his large frame about her--and sometimes, she truly thinks he could wrap his entire body around her if he chose to, and sometimes it's not a horrible thought to let herself consider--and pulling the thin blanket over them both.
"Of course you don't, Katya," he says reasonably. "But I am very tired."
"You are a horrible liar, that's what you are," she grumbles, but her breathing is already evening out somewhat.
For someone who is very tired, he is up quite a bit of time after she drops off, fingers tracing gently over her hair and stomach first, before eventually he reaches for a sketch book.
One of his hands, though, remains on her even then.
Even in her sleep, her own hand stays over his.