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[battleshipping]

[she lets out a soft little sound at the forehead kiss, planning to accuse him of being an ultimate sap, but he asks that, and what comes out is a choked laugh.]

Ha - no. Not at all. Was gruesome, don't wanna think about it. [she pulls back to look at him, quiet for a moment.]

You wanna take my mind off how shity the world can be?

[jinete]

Sure. I heard there's a good documentary on television about grain silos.

( that's not what's going to happen. if she were being a smartass and he was in a mood, he'd definitely make something like it happen but he's not feeling it right now. )

Or we could do something a little more hands on.

( but grain silos. )

[battleshipping]

[she raises one eyebrow, because it's always amusing (and hot, has she mentioned?) when robbie comes to play like this, and for a second she really wants to take him on a game of chicken and say sure, let's watch the documentary.

except it's almost never certain when they'll see each other next time, where the ghost rider will take him, where shield will take her. she's had near death experiences, and she's sure as hell so has he, and one of these days one of them won't come back.

so no, not going to watch a documentary.]

Tempting, but I'm more of a play with your food kind of girl.

[jinete]

Play with your food? So, you wanna eat something?

( or is she referring to something else that she wants to play with? he raises an eyebrow even as he moves further into the house. he'd been eating some snacks while he'd been waiting but otherwise, everything was in its place. )

You hungry for something?

( how unexpected. )

[battleshipping]

[she really hates it when her jokes don't land. with a fond, yet frustrates sigh, she follows him enough to catch up, and then hooks her fingers through the belt loops of his pants.]

Robbie. [this will be defined as A Look.] Do you really want me to say I'm hungry for you? Is that the level of cheese we've lowered ourselves to?

[jinete]

( hey, her joke landed, he just chose to call her bluff because he knows it frustrates her. and he likes to frustrate her. after all, look where it's gotten him.

she's got her fingers through his belt loops and she's saying ridiculous things. )

Yeah, I want you to say it.

( just to see if she will. )

[battleshipping]

[her expressions transition from raised eyebrows of really, you wanna do it this way?, to huff of laughter of alright, fine, let's do it this way, to pure trouble.

she steps closer, and pulls him closer too, by those belt loops, and brushes her nose just under his skin, lips a whisper away from his.]

Yeah documentary sounds great, chico. [and then she kisses him, because you know. it's been a while and she's here for those grain silos.]

[jinete]

( grain silos are pretty exciting, he knows. not that he's even sure if there's a documentary about those floating around because his television isn't even on.

and then she kisses him and he forgets all about grain silos because this is better. he barely knows what a goddamn grain silo looks like.

with a quiet sound of pleasure, robbie steps closer and winds one arm around her, stepping close until he's nearly pressed against her. )

[battleshipping]

[in her defense, she doesn't care about the documentary, nor is she sure if it exists, but she cares about this. the kissing, the being pulled closer, the being held parts of it all. cares about it so much that she breaks through that cool facade and just murmurs in between kisses,] Don't tease - okay?

[jinete]

You tease all the time.

( he just...has to remind her of that. she's a sarcastic person and he thinks he takes it pretty well. but he laughs against her lips, shaking his head. )

Fine, I won't tease.

( caught him on a good day, daisy. )

[battleshipping]

I know, I know, cursed with a smart mouth. [she catches that laugh, nipping at his lower lip before starting to walk them towards his room.]

It's been a long time, and if I can be sentimental here, I missed you. A little. [ugh, feelings. she just - it's his stupid handsome face, makes her want to admit to feelings all the goddamn time. can't she just go back to kicking his ass in a junkyard? simpler days.]

Can we just cuddle and maybe fuck a little?

[jinete]

A little.

( he can't help but tease her for the word. he kind of missed her a little too. he knows she can handle herself just fine but he can still miss her.

and be terrible at admitting it. )

Cuddle and fuck a little, huh? Which one first?

( important question. )

[battleshipping]

[oh no, not choices, that's so distasteful. not really, she's very sure of her answer for this.]

Cuddle first?

[jinete]

( that's not what he thought she'd go for first but he's not complaining either. he nods and starts slipping back towards the bedroom. )

You sure you had an okay...trip? Whatever the hell you were doing?

( classified blah blah blah. )

[battleshipping]

[in all honesty? no, it was shit. she's got half a mind to tell him, just lean into him and take the whole thing off her chest. but he's got his issues and his gruesome missions, and she's got hers, and if it were a normal relationship with two normal people who just work in corporate, maybe they could have these kind of conversations too.

instead, she just kisses his cheek, in soft and quiet gratitude for asking, and follows him to the bedroom.]

I'm good - I'll be good soon, anyway. I'm kind of grounded for the next week or so, apparently - overused the powers.

[jinete]

( he hadn't expected her to admit that much. she was very much like him in that she said she was fine no matter what. so, hearing her tell him that maybe things weren't completely fine was a little jarring.

he stops on their way to the bedroom and drags her against him. he's not typically one for embraces but he thinks she might need one. )

You break anything?

( when he says that, his hands travel down to her arms just to make sure those weren't bandaged or hadn't been set while she'd been gone. )

[battleshipping]

[ouch - the throwback to the early days of them knowing each other is enough to make her flinch. not even all of the drugs yo-yo could score her on the sly had been enough to kill that pain, but thankfully that time's long gone now.]

No, I'm good. [here, she'll prove it - let her hands slip into his and squeeze, even though she takes advantage of the situation to press her face against the crook of his shoulder. he doesn't smell like gasoline and fire right now, it's almost - almost - a sad thing.] Thanks.

[jinete]

Mm hm.

( he believes her. he's still worried because he doesn't know all the details but he believes her and he let's her take his hands and press against him. a part of him wants to retract one of his hands so he can wrap it around her but he doesn't.

he closes his eyes and stands there, letting her soak up his warmth while he sinks into her presence. )

[battleshipping]

[it's the easiest transition, really, to go from this to kissing him. her lips find his neck first, then the line of his jaw, where she brushes a faint kiss against his skin, and then the corner of his mouth.]

Hey. [it bears repeating, she missed him a reasonable amount, and she is damn glad he's alive. but she can't afford to be that cheesy right now, so she closes the distance and kisses him instead.]

[jinete]

Hey.

( if there was any other question or anything else he was going to say to her, it's swallowed up by her kiss and that's fine. they don't need to talk about anything right now.

he's fine, she's fine, and they're in the same place so he's going to call it a win. )

[battleshipping]

[definitely a win; they don't need to talk at all anymore. after that greeting, she wraps her arms around him, angles her head just so and deepens the kiss; between one inhale and the next, the kiss goes from celebrating a reunion to being hungry.

since they haven't made it all the way into his room yet, and she knows the lay of the land enough by now, she walks them there, not interrupting the kiss even to breathe.]

[jinete]

( there are still things that worry him about this whole thing with her but he's willing to get it go. he can ask her later when she's a little more relaxed.

right now, he let's her take over, leading them to his bedroom while he keeps his mouth slotted with hers. his fingers find the hem of her shirt and he tries to tug it up while they walk.

is that too much at one time? probably but he doesn't care. )

[battleshipping]

[ask her if she minds, though. she let a pleased moan out against his lips, and with a nip at his lower lip, pulls away to raise her arms, so he can take her shirt off.]

Okay, maybe cuddle later then.

[jinete]

Probably a good idea.

( he's never going to think he's good at cuddling but she seems to like when he does so he's not going to argue. and even if he doesn't think he's good at it, he still likes it.

but he also likes when she starts pulling her shirt off like she's doing and just because he's trying to be proactive, he just goes ahead and tugs his off too, tossing it aside. )

[battleshipping]

[she lets out a pleased groan when he takes his shirt off, and surges forward to press against him and kiss the top of his collarbone. standing close is good, oh is it good; she can touch him better. trace his chest with her fingertips, run her blunt nails down his stomach very lightly.

she pulls back to search his gaze for a reaction, or for confirmed permission, because it still is strange and still feels new that they get to just do this, together. if one could generously call it dating, considering the two people in question. ]