17757/Rise and Shine

Rise and Shine
Date of Scene:	24 April 2024
Location:	Reed and Sue's Suite - Four Freedom Plaza
Synopsis:	Reed and Susan wake up on a beautiful morning. Neither of them are for it.
Cast of Characters:	Reed Richards, Susan Richards

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Reed Richards has posed:
The expansive room of the Four Freedom Plaza's master suite is filled gradually with bright light as the sun gradually rose over the hours. Reed - in typical Reed fashion - had managed to actually come to bed on time. A rare feat of intellectual will for the so-called Scientist Supreme, considering that once this man finds a string, he pulls on it until he's unwound the entire ball of thread. But, as that light eventually shines upon the brow of Reed Richards, his salt and pepper hair and beard ran through by a slender hand as he groans, rolling over closer to Susan.

Assuming she accepts the contact or if she's even in bed still at all. Reed's groan echoes through the room for a moment as his eyes remain heavy lidded.

"I need to build another time machine."

A feeling of overwhelming exhaustion and lazyness overtakes the Patriarch of the Richards family. Though as he tries to push his head more firmly into his pillow, it feels as though someone turned up the sun, his eyes clenching tighter closed.

"Sue...?"

Susan Richards has posed:
In contrast to her brilliant husband, Susan Richards has no issues sleeping. Or waking. That comes from being a mother, when even the slightest bit of sleeping in can permit all manners of chaos. Whether the children have powers or not.

Or whether they are in their 50s or 5s.

The stirring of her Fantastic husband earns a slight smile from Susan, although her still lidded eyes are wisely turned away from the giant window, so as to avoid the direct glare of the sun. It was important, early on, to establish which side of the bed Reed had. For days just like this.

Allowing the gentle light to cause the soft red through her lids, she sighs contentedly at the initial brush of contact. And more dramatically at his proclamation.

"How well did the first one work out for you?" she murmurs, clearly awake but not yet ready to commit to that notion.

Reed Richards has posed:
How well did that work for him?

"For about three hours, it worked pretty well." Reed remarks, then he winced a little bit as he presses a light kiss to her shoulder. "In contrast to the remaining twenty-one hours, where it proved to be a catastrophic failure." Reed frowns in that moment, a slight sigh. "But...if we might turn back the clock by just a few short hours..."

Because the concept of a day off is a foreign one to Dr. Richards. Of course, Susan has become far better a champion for hte coming of dawn than Reed was. After all, her motherly guidance to their children - and wrangling Johnny for all these years - has made her quite indestructible.

"Just a thought, love..."

Reed snuggles Susan a little bit tighter then, his eyes daring never to open, lest the morning rip them apart.

"I love you." He whispers, as though the words were sacred, as though he never said it enough times.

Susan Richards has posed:
"Not the device, darling. The consequences."

Always a battle with them, and one of the few Susan could never one. Just because one _could_ do something does not necessarily mean that one _should_, and Reed was never focused on the second part. Ever.

"Unless you planned to use it daily to add another hours to your day, then perhaps it might have some merits." She chuckles. "If you did that, I would give it about a week before your lab time expanded to consume those hours too." She shifts slightly, allowing Reed to move in closer as she continues to face the display on the wall, eyes remaining lidded. "Your need to invent is governed by Boyle's law." He is not the only scientist, after all.

There is a shiver that runs through Sue's body at that whisper, and another soft sigh. No, he never does say it enough. But he says it sometimes, and that helps. "I love you too."

Reed Richards has posed:
Ah, look, the consequences of the actions of Reed Richards. It takes a special kind of woman to deal with a man like Reed at all hours of the day. Anybody else probably would've left him or became something of a tyrant by now. But Susan has never wavered...and Reed has always loved her for her patience.

"Hnnh..." he groans softly, not in defiance of Susan's wisdom, but in defiance that her words are making him think.

It's too early for that.

"The absolute pressure exerted by a given mass of an ideal gas is inversely proportional to the volume it occupies if the temperature and amount of gas remain unchanged within a closed system..." Boyle's Law, word for word. "In short, my inventions will always have an unintended consequence, typically a variable I haven't considered." Reed grumbles softly, though he smiles as he feels his wife's shiver.

"I love you more." He says in cheeky fashion, as though in humor.

He sighs softly. "...go out with me today?"

Susan Richards has posed:
Fortunately for Reed, Susan's super power is not so much force fields as it is the patience which powers them. And she manages to endure all of it.

She laughs as Reed takes the long way around to her metaphor, and shrugs one shoulder idly as the other resides within the cushion of the mattress, a gesture that nudges off the strap of her silk camisole. "Something like that." She knows better than to try to argue with him about that.

"Ok." She is not going to argue about that, either. Let him decide whether or not it is worth accepting that win, or taking it in stride.

His suggestion evokes a soft laugh. "With everything that happened at the Space Port, you think _now_ is a good time for us to go out and be seen in public doing something as frivolous as a date?" Sue shakes her head, sending her spill of blonde locks to spread behind her.

"How about you stay in with me today, instead?"

Reed Richards has posed:
Susan's patience has been the bedrock of this crazy family.

But her patience has anchored Reed to reality more times than he can count. If he is the 'can we', Susan is the 'should we'. Yet, all the more, Reed seems to delight in making her laugh. It means she isn't going to try and kill him anytime soon for being a highly, HIGHLY frustrating man. Reed's eyes open just enough to look upon her at that moment, even as she laughs again in an almost chide-seeming manner.

"There are plenty of reasons why I am not the spokesperson of the Fantastic Four." He's never really cared *too* much about how other people think about him. The ONLY exceptions to this rule are his family: Susan, Franklin, Valerie, Johnny, and Ben. Though even as she asks him if he would stay in with her?

Reed smiles.

"Should I find candles?"

Susan Richards has posed:
Another slow smile creeps across Susan's face as she nestles into the bed.

"That would be fantastic."

As much as she has been the one to anchor Reed, sometimes he is the one to lift her up.