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[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. ]

[jinete]

What?

( robbie's not sure why she's looking at him because he'd been enjoying her lips against his chest but now she's looking at him and he doesn't know what she wants him to say. )

Everything okay?

( had he done something wrong? )

[battleshipping]

Yeah. [she flashes a smile, after taking him in, and enjoys the heat that coils at the base of her spine at the view.] Yeah, was just wondering if you'd call me cheesy if I said I missed you again.

[she'll multitask, though. she can be cheesy while also working on getting him naked. his pants are going to have to go, and she reaches for the front of them, curling her fingers into the waistband and brushing his skin with her knuckles there.] What do you think? Cheesy?

[jinete]

Very cheesy.

( good thing that he doesn't mind cheesy. it's kind of nice to hear, even, because it's not like he's had many people miss him over the years.

he smiles slightly at her, eyes cutting down to where her hands are on his pants. )

That's okay though. I don't mind you being cheesy. Kind of gotten used to it.

[battleshipping]

Yeah? Good. [she surges forward again, and catches his mouth in another kiss.

then, she breaks the kiss to step back enough to pull his sweats down. she is very proud of how she got them down to his ankles in one clean and painless yank, and it shows in the smug look on her face as she straightens up.

and then she whistles.] Hey, there, hot stuff.

[jinete]

( wow, congratulations to her for getting his pants down so effortlessly. he does the rest, kicking them off because he's not going to go walking around with them on his ankles.

and then he has to groan because really? really, daisy? )

Don't try and make hot stuff a thing.

( because no. he's not going to let that happen. )

[battleshipping]

[she maybe doesn't play very fair, because she reaches up to cup his face in both hands, and draws his gaze down, her expression solemn.]

Hey. It's not my fault you're made of hot stuff.

[and before he can groan again, she is going to kiss him, pressing a laugh against his mouth just as she pushes her fingers through his short hair too.

you'll pry her away from making out with robbie when hell freezes over.]

[jinete]

( good thing she does that because, yes, he was absolutely going to groan and maybe even mock gag when she talks about the hot stuff. he's going to veto that.

later. when his mouth's not on hers. he does let go of a moan when her hands end up in his hair, though. wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her against him, letting her know that he does like that.

much better than hot stuff. )

[battleshipping]

[best way to make sure she doesn't call him embarrassing nicknames is to keep her mouth busy, clearly. and the thing is, she gets as into that kiss as he does, swallowing up his moan and licking into his mouth greedily.

when he pulls her against him, she presses a little groan against his mouth, and breaks the kiss to press kisses down the side of his neck. he tastes so good, and smells so good and jesus christ she did miss him, so much.

she hopes he cleared his diary for the night, because they're about to have some very unexpectedly intense reunion sex; this is what happens when your partner might die at any given moment and every moment is precious. this.]

[jinete]

( the only thing on his agenda is her and that's not...even written down because if he wrote that down, she'd never let him hear the end of it.

anyway, yes. his night is her, his following day is hers and he really wants to get them to a bed because while kissing is nice, he wants more. so, he doesn't take his mouth away from her but he does try and ease her towards the bed or where he hopes it is.

yes, it's his house but he's too caught up with her to really pay attention to their surroundings. his hands come up her back, cradling her face nd he deepens that kiss as much as he can. )

[battleshipping]

[luck will have it that this time around, they don't fall on their asses trying to get to bed. it's not the most comfortable mattress to sleep on, though she imagines he rarely sleeps in it anyway, and she was never meant to stay over. still, he aims better now.

when her back hits the bed, she brings her legs up and wraps them snugly around his waist, letting out a happy moan, eyes rolling back a little from how he cradles her face.

it's the unspoken tender moments that kill her. really.] Missed -

[slips between one kiss and the next, with the realisation that they've gone at this ass backwards again. she got his pants off but she's still mostly dressed, and if she could rip her clothes off right now, she honestly would.] Mmh - more.

[jinete]

( missed more? that doesn't make a lot of sense but he's gotten the feeling that she's not trying to make sense. or whatever he's doing is that good and she can't form coherent sentences. whatever it is, he's not going to stop and ask her.

there could be a lot of things she means by more so he just goes for the easiest, the quickest which is to fit his mouth against hers again for another kiss and to press his body against hers, letting her be reminded that yes, his clothes are gone. )

[battleshipping]

[yes, that's exactly right - she just missed more. definitely wasn't talking about him, who is she to be cheesy right now? she's too busy being horny on main.

her priorities shift, and she breaks away from the kiss to catch her breath, and to take her clothes off too.]

Help me out here, I wanna get naked.

[she'll start simple. shirt and bra first, then he can help out with the clothes from the waist down, and they can catch up.]