#enduresit

Samira was trying to get better about knowing her neighbors. She figured it was a decent first step to not being a terrible shut in. An elderly woman who would chit chat with her over tea between shifts. A mother with two kids that she helped when one kid scraped her knee really bad. Then there was Andrew Cody. The most reluctant neighbor. A man who seemed to mostly keep to himself.

Samira had tried to respect his need to be alone she really had. She just seemed to gravitate toward this man. Seeing him in the hall and stopping for a quick chat. Last time she had she was telling him about this restaurant that reminded her of home. Her real home in New Orleans where she'd grown up with her Dad.

So today Samira was at his front door. She was still in her scrubs with her a frizzy mess. She probably should've gone back to her place first to change clothes and fix her hair but she hadn't wanted to get cold. So she smiles at him warmly. "I brought food from that place I was telling you about. I've got a few Po Boys and an order of Boudin Balls. Are you hungry?" She's smiling so bright, so very excited to show him a little piece of her own home.

The sound of footsteps pulls his attention away from the window.

J.

Andrew glances over as his nephew enters the kitchen. The kid has been around long enough now that he doesn't move through the house like a guest anymore. He's settled in. Found his place. At least on the surface.

"You've got that look." The observation is casual, but certain. "The one where you're either about to ask me something or you're trying to decide if you should. Which is it?"

she sees the movement out of the corner of her eye before she hears the quiet knock on her window. instinctively baran knows before she even looks just who is standing outside of her car. she knows why he’s up here. there’s no reason for him to be up here tonight. his ride home isn’t up in this parking lot. no. he’s come for her. robby. it takes a moment for baran to find the will to move. there’s a soft sigh on her lips as she reaches her left hand to first unlock the car door before she’s opening it without a word.

to anyone else watching, her movements would look planned. like she’d been waiting for him to show up. only she hadn’t been, but without a word she still knows. it only takes one look into his deep brown eyes for them to exchange all of the words they need to. she hesitates for a long moment, looking back at him as she weighs it up in her mind. she knows what he’s offering. once upon a time she wouldn’t have hesitated to accept, but now….

@enduresit / prompt

in the back of dana's mind, there was a voice which tells her she shouldn't be doing this. it's a voice that she continues to ignore as the evening wears on. between them, they've managed to drain a bottle of wine with ease and they're on their second she had pulled out for them to share. she doesn't quite recall when her head wound up on robby's shoulder or when he had started massaging the back of her neck as her eyes stay half focused on the screen that's showing a film they'd agreed to watch.

the sounds she makes are soft, tiny inhales and moans as robby finds knot after knot in her neck and shoulders, her eyes slipping shut as she gives up on the pretense of watching the film as she allows the sensation of his fingers on her skin to become her sole focus. he's moving her, hands guiding her away from his shoulder and dana's about to voice a complaint only for his fingers to start working on the side of her neck which had been tucked against his shoulder and the complaint quickly dies on her lips.

there's another shift as dana feels robby moving once more, her lips parting without a sound as she feels the warmth of his breath near the apex of her neck and shoulder. the voice tells her she should move away, but she doesn't and barely a moment later he's pressing a kiss to her skin. tilting her head to give him greater access, she feels the peppering of his kisses before his lips disappear from her skin.

it almost felt like a right of passage in the cody family to get shot. didn't mean j was enjoying it though. quite the opposite really. he was currently gritting his teeth, trying to keep his mind clear amidst the desire to panic and the blood loss. it wasn't as bad as it looked, he knew, because he'd heard someone say it to him. maybe pope. maybe one of his uncles. he's not sure right now. but when he blinks through the tears his gaze clouds just enough to almost imagine it's julia, not pope, in front of him, readying to rip the bullet out and burn the wound closed.

the blood loss and the panic are the right cocktail mixture to calm him down as he looks at pope, pretending its his mother instead. opens his mouth as if to say her name but bites it back in a second of clarity. if smurf's within earshot, calling pope by julia's name even mistakenly will end bad. so he just nods at his uncle. consent to do whatever he has to do.

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