sixthiterationlogs | Don't dream too far... [CLOSED to DANNY]

WHO: Samantha Moon
WHERE: Danny's room at the dojo
WHEN: Big backdate to mid-October
OPEN TO: Danny Rand
WARNINGS: Talk of vampirism, Sam's inability to avoid f-bombs, and possible blood and/or nudity

Sam didn't sleep any more. She didn't allow herself the luxury. The cost was too high, especially when she was never sure if she'd have enough blood to wake up again. The last thing she wanted to do was lose control in a population like this. And while Liv's contributions were crucial, Sam knew better than to count on them. Anyone could disappear at any time. That was just the rule of living in a Skinner Box. But even if she didn't sleep, she allowed herself to doze. Normally, she wasn't very good at that. She couldn't relax. But there was something very, very different about lying on the floor of Danny's room, feeling the heat rise off of the surface of Danny's skin, right beside her.

She didn't exactly dream. But some part of her just...let go. A thousand different thoughts passed through her mind and she didn't let a single one linger. No fixating. No agonizing. She meandered through memories of her early days in Lake Forest. Her Bat Mitzvah. Laughing with Uncle Tom and Aunt Tina. Trips to the Art Institute. All pleasant, colorful memories. Blending and shifting like water colors.

It was better than a dream. It was all the good things.

Sunlight fell on her face, when she finally started to rouse herself. It was hard, at first, to remember that the sunlight was real and not another pleasant memory. She let out a soft groan of delight, stretching her legs like a cat. And then she rolled over, landing face-to-face with Danny.

A rush of pleasure from the night before flooded her body.

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Danny closed his eyes when he felt her fingers reach through the thick dirty blonde curls. It felt good and a pleased little grumble vibrate through his chest. It was a little hard to focus on the conversation after that but he tried his best.

"No." It was very simple for Danny. "There is no time for regret."

There were things he had wished he knew, events he wished never happened but they were all out of his control. He didn't regret them because even if he had been there now, he couldn't have stopped that plan from crashing or save his mom and dad. He had to focus on what he could do now and the good he'd be doing once he rid the world of the Hand once and for all.

"That doesn't mean it's okay. I'm not happy with it but the monks used to tell me-" His voice cut as he inhaled a deep breath. "That in order to achieve peace, we have to let go of the past." It wasn't an easy process and it was something that Danny continued to struggle with but the lessons of the masters were never forgotten.

"You can't change what happened but you can move forward and protect the people you can about now. Become stronger and shape the world into the place that is better."

It was a very Zen sort of way to think about circumstances. And she was sure that letting go of the past was very different for the monks than it had been when Karen yanked the wig off of her head and scowled down her narrow nose at Sam, basically cutting her off from love and happiness. She couldn't help but wonder if Danny would feel so optimistic if he'd been made a Kindred instead of the Iron Fist.

An academic sort of thing to think about. But Sam was nothing if not a thinker.

A dweller.

An obsesser.

"Okay," she said, her fingers all tangled up in his hair, at this point. "So how should we shape this world?"

Danny idly played with her hair as the thoughts twisted and turned in Sam's head. He noticed that she thought a lot but he liked watching the subtle changes to her expression as different ideas drifted in and out of her head. He wondered if Sam realized how cute she looked.

A low hum rumbled through Danny's chest at the question.

"Don't know but it's why I've opened up the Dojo and offered to train people. Fighting is what I know." It's all he knows. "And it's what I do best. It's how I can contribute here."

Making life a little bit easier sounds like a good place to start.

"Well, you know I'm here to learn," she said. And it wasn't just because of how she felt about Danny at the moment. The fact of the matter was that was entirely secondary. An unexpected plot twist in the continual mind fuck in her life.

The fact of the matter was that Sam was a fighter.

She didn't exactly know it, but at the same time...

She fought for the truth. Fought for her life. Fought to retain her humanity. And fought against the very progenitors of both her own existence and the end of the world. And now she wanted to fight against the Overlords too. More than anything. Because of what they'd taken from her. Because she was so tired of being nothing but the Great Experiment, in one form or another.

"I want to fight."

Understatement of the century.

His arms tightened around her waist before pulling her up into a warm kiss. His breath mingled with hers and after a few moments he pulled back, staying within kissing range as he spoke. "I know you do." It was one of the sexiest things about her.

"We should probably get up." He smiled and the look in his light green eyes suggested that he really didn't want to leave but the day was moving on without them.

He also didn't have food here which meant walking to the inn to get breakfast.

"When you're ready."

She kissed him back, eagerly and happily. Would this moment dissolve like a soap bubble on a needle, as soon as she left the room? Maybe. But that was no reason not to enjoy it, while it lasted.

Sam didn't exactly get a lot of moments like this.

When he broke the kiss--stupid humans with their stupid need to breathe!--she closed her eyes, allowing one last wave of...what had she decided it was? Desire? Desire. One last wave of desire wash over her. But even as it did, he said what she knew he had to say.

And she nodded.

"Yeah. I can slip out before your room mates are up," she said, figuring he didn't need them gossiping about him. Probably teasing him. She would have, if their positions were reversed, anyway. And possibly wonder about his sanity.

She pulled away, sitting up and gathering her hair into her hands, at the base of her skull, so she could tie it in a knot and tuck it under her kerchief. "For the record, Danny," she said as she worked. "Not to put pressure on or anything. But this was one of the best mornings I've had in a really, really long time."

His roommates would absolutely tease him but Danny wasn't too worried about that. A night with Sam was worth a little bit of teasing.

He propped himself up on his elbows to watch her and then rose himself. He grabbed his robes and quickly slipped them on, waiting for Sam to finish with her hair.

When she was finished, he leaned forward and pressed another quick kiss against her forehead. "Then we should do it again." Danny smiled and gestured to the door. "Come on. We can walk to the inn together. I doubt either of them are up yet and I don't have food here." And Danny ate... a lot.

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