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If I'm a geek for building robots, than what the hell are you? Because I'm pretty sure "connoisseur of 1980's pop culture and science fiction" is a fancy way of saying "geek".
[ She follows his gaze, a self-satisfied little smirk on her face. Damn she's good. ]
Is that an offer for lunch I hear?
[ She follows his gaze, a self-satisfied little smirk on her face. Damn she's good. ]
Is that an offer for lunch I hear?
[ He blinks a couple times, and his cheeks are definitely a little redder. If Maya isn't making a big deal of it, then he totally won't either, but when he speaks, his voice is a little choked and a half-octave higher than normal. ]
It's, uh. It's nothing. But-- we should probably head out before we lose the daylight.
It's, uh. It's nothing. But-- we should probably head out before we lose the daylight.
[ That gets a raised brow, as if in challenge. ] Say it like that, and you'll make me think you have more than one method.
Nah. I'm just cool. [ He shrugs, as if to say that it can't be helped. That he's so cool, that is. ]
Anyway, if you're a fan of reconstituted something-or-others, grub's on me, 'cause that's about all I can manage. If you want actual food, you'll have to grab Drax, and he's in the middle of sparring with Gamora, and he's liable to snap your neck if he's too in the zone.
[ He pushes away from the shelf he was leaning against and heads out. ] C'mon, kid.
Anyway, if you're a fan of reconstituted something-or-others, grub's on me, 'cause that's about all I can manage. If you want actual food, you'll have to grab Drax, and he's in the middle of sparring with Gamora, and he's liable to snap your neck if he's too in the zone.
[ He pushes away from the shelf he was leaning against and heads out. ] C'mon, kid.
[ Oh, no. He's definitely embarrassed. She gets it now. ]
Come on. What is it?
Come on. What is it?
Maybe I do.
[ She steps closer, pressing right up against him ] But I guess since we've got the whole place to ourselves, there's no real need to be quiet.
[ She steps closer, pressing right up against him ] But I guess since we've got the whole place to ourselves, there's no real need to be quiet.
[ She maintains that he's a total geek, but opts not to bring that up in the face of free lunch. She takes her mask off and sets her tools aside to follow him out. ]
Aye, aye cap'n. Onward to nourishment and no neck-snappage!
Aye, aye cap'n. Onward to nourishment and no neck-snappage!
[ He leads them to the tiny little space they've affectionately called the galley, though it's little more than a square table on one side; a fridge, a stove, and narrow cupboards are housed in a little alcove, and Peter immediately starts digging through what they've got. There's a muffled and pleased, "-- Oh, what the, we have bread?" before Peter calls back to Gaige. ]
Hey, I know I just got your hopes up for that just-add-water crap, but do you want a sandwich instead?
Hey, I know I just got your hopes up for that just-add-water crap, but do you want a sandwich instead?
[ He's smirking now, his hands going to her hips. ] Now you have ways of making me talk? You, Maya, have quite the talent.
[ Not squirming. Nope. No squirming here, because he's stopping himself out of sheer force of will. But he absolutely does go redder. ]
Nothing! Really! Come on, there's hardly any light out there as it is with the storm, and if we wait too long you'll hardly be able to see your hand in front of your lap.
[ -- oops. ] Face! I meant face. Hand in front of your face.
Nothing! Really! Come on, there's hardly any light out there as it is with the storm, and if we wait too long you'll hardly be able to see your hand in front of your lap.
[ -- oops. ] Face! I meant face. Hand in front of your face.
[ She gives him a blank stare as she tries to puzzle that little slip out.
Aaaand then it clicks ] You are... flustered because I'm in your lap?
Aaaand then it clicks ] You are... flustered because I'm in your lap?
Hey, I'm never gonna turn down a free sandwich.
... Y'know, this is a pretty neat place you got here.
... Y'know, this is a pretty neat place you got here.
[ Too quickly: ] Pssh. No, why would you think that?
[ He's pulling her in a little closer, forehead touching hers. ]
You talk a big game, beautiful, but I won't believe it till I see it.
You talk a big game, beautiful, but I won't believe it till I see it.
[ He is INSTANTLY pleased as he starts getting out the fixings for a sandwich. The Milano is his baby, after all. ]
Yeah? Not bad for a former legendary outlaw, right?
Yeah? Not bad for a former legendary outlaw, right?
[ She counts them off on her fingers as she goes: ] You've turned bright red, you said "lap" instead of "face".
Oh, and also I can feel what you're feeling.
Oh, and also I can feel what you're feeling.
[ Her hands slip up under his shirt almost instantly, running her palms over his skin ]
Mm. Good thing I intend to show you.
Mm. Good thing I intend to show you.
Yeah. I mean, I can only imagine how cramped it gets with six of you on board, but at the same time it's kinda... I dunno, cozy, I guess?
[ -- god damn you, special bond. But now that the jig is up, he lets his gaze wander off the side. ]
I'm new at this stuff, okay?
I'm new at this stuff, okay?
At... what, precisely? Relationship stuff or having-someone-in-your-lap stuff?
[ At her touch he inhales slowly and thinks, A month is too fucking long. It's a shame he can't really return the favor in kind, given the way her outfit is put together, but his fingertips run along her hip, skimming along her exposed skin.
In a sing-song voice, he says, ] I'm waitiiiing.
In a sing-song voice, he says, ] I'm waitiiiing.
It's not as bad as you'd think. [ He pushes a plate toward her -- it's not a fancy sandwich, by any means, but it's certainly one of the more edible things he can manage. After that, he starts working on one for himself. ]
I mean, yeah, there've been a few times where we've had to pry Rocket off of Drax's back -- I mean that literally, by the way, -- and I can name you at least five times where Gamora's stormed off to punch things in the cargo bay, but, you know. Not so bad, given our collective track record.
I mean, it's probably not too different from when all you bunked together with the Crimson Raiders, right?
I mean, yeah, there've been a few times where we've had to pry Rocket off of Drax's back -- I mean that literally, by the way, -- and I can name you at least five times where Gamora's stormed off to punch things in the cargo bay, but, you know. Not so bad, given our collective track record.
I mean, it's probably not too different from when all you bunked together with the Crimson Raiders, right?
Edited 2014-10-17 06:38 (UTC)
[ She really needs to do something about that combat suit of hers- it's such an inconvenience sometimes. Still, she feels his fingers skim along her hip, and she hums in appreciation.
She flexes her fingers, letting her nails scrape along his chest. ]
Did you miss me that much? [ Her voice has dropped a little lower, and she glances up at him through her eyelashes ] Laying in your bed all alone, did you think about me? Did you close your eyes and imagine me, straddling your hips, my fingernails digging into your skin, my tongue tracing the contours of your collar bone-?
[ The more she goes on, the more breathy her tone becomes, though there's no denying the wicked edge there either. She presses close, her hips against his ] Did you dream about fucking me? About how warm and wet I am, about how amazing it feels to be inside me?
[ She smirks, something blazing behind her eyes ] Do you want to be inside me, Peter?
She flexes her fingers, letting her nails scrape along his chest. ]
Did you miss me that much? [ Her voice has dropped a little lower, and she glances up at him through her eyelashes ] Laying in your bed all alone, did you think about me? Did you close your eyes and imagine me, straddling your hips, my fingernails digging into your skin, my tongue tracing the contours of your collar bone-?
[ The more she goes on, the more breathy her tone becomes, though there's no denying the wicked edge there either. She presses close, her hips against his ] Did you dream about fucking me? About how warm and wet I am, about how amazing it feels to be inside me?
[ She smirks, something blazing behind her eyes ] Do you want to be inside me, Peter?
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