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[ again, secret five-year-old Peter Quill, ] You are too.
[ He rolls his eyes as she moves (and for the record, he totally would've kicked that synth trumpet's ass), then bounces on the balls of his feet. ]
So. Back to chores, or?
[ He rolls his eyes as she moves (and for the record, he totally would've kicked that synth trumpet's ass), then bounces on the balls of his feet. ]
So. Back to chores, or?
[ That gets him to sigh, because she's right, and they totally would. Or, at the very least, they'd take off, orbit once to prove a point, then lecture Peter about the importance of responsibility and blah, blah, blah.
Boring, annoying stuff, but he tries not to let it kill his mood. ]
Should I stop, then? [ He says it teasingly, though. ]
Boring, annoying stuff, but he tries not to let it kill his mood. ]
Should I stop, then? [ He says it teasingly, though. ]
Well, I still gotta clean up the common room, but we can do whatever.
[ She glances at him, eyes half-lidded ] Now why on earth would you want to do that?
You were the one who warned me about the theft of my ship.
[ He still hasn't moved from where his lips are pressed against her neck, though; in fact, he moves further, finding the dip between her collar bones and swirling his tongue there. ]
[ He still hasn't moved from where his lips are pressed against her neck, though; in fact, he moves further, finding the dip between her collar bones and swirling his tongue there. ]
[ He points over his shoulder with his thumb. ]
Y'know, you and I could always grab a drink...?
Y'know, you and I could always grab a drink...?
[ He frowns, but-- well, he's trying to be more responsible and other boring shit, so he sighs. ] Essentials for now. Comprehensive when we've got time to spare.
[ She glances down at her ratty shirt and and equally ratty jeans ] Not somewhere nice, I hope.
Mm. My bad. I won't mention it again.
[ Time for a change of subject. She arches into him, skin on skin, and presses her hips against his. ]
[ Time for a change of subject. She arches into him, skin on skin, and presses her hips against his. ]
[ He's trying to think of their schedule; aside from today, he's thinking they maybe have a day they can squeeze in for awesome movie times, so-- ]
Probably four. Five tops. And I'll let you know when we can have a seriously epic marathon when we aren't, like, trying to rid the galaxy of evil and shit.
Probably four. Five tops. And I'll let you know when we can have a seriously epic marathon when we aren't, like, trying to rid the galaxy of evil and shit.
[ He groans and chokes it off with a swear -- no hint of holding it back, because he thought they'd keep bantering and being cute, so he wasn't expecting that.
Clearly she's ready for round two, and he smirks against her skin.
He's moving again, drawing his teeth against the swell of her breast before catching the bud of her nipple between his lips and applying pressure -- not too hard to cause pain, but enough to act as a warning.
Because, c'mon. Give a guy some time to prepare, huh? Like this. Noooot hard! ]
Clearly she's ready for round two, and he smirks against her skin.
He's moving again, drawing his teeth against the swell of her breast before catching the bud of her nipple between his lips and applying pressure -- not too hard to cause pain, but enough to act as a warning.
Because, c'mon. Give a guy some time to prepare, huh? Like this. Noooot hard! ]
[ He grins. ] Personally, I think you look hot no matter what you wear.
Buuuut, nah, we can go find somewhere extra dingy and divey, if you want. With one or two fights already going on, so you don't have to worry about me starting one.
Buuuut, nah, we can go find somewhere extra dingy and divey, if you want. With one or two fights already going on, so you don't have to worry about me starting one.
Okay, okay. Terminator 2, Jurassic Park, The Fifth Element, Pacific Rim. That's... [ and she counts off on her fingers ] 1991, 1993, 1997, and 2013. I need somethin' in the middle there to round you off.
I'd say Serenity, but you gotta see Firefly first to get it. Hmmmm....
Okay, pick one: pirates, zombies, or more robots?
I'd say Serenity, but you gotta see Firefly first to get it. Hmmmm....
Okay, pick one: pirates, zombies, or more robots?
Why the hell not? I feel like I haven't phaselocked a drunken asshole in a while.
[ She still maintains that warnings ruin the fun, but it also could be that, after a month, she's gotten a little... impatient.
She moans softly, as much out of enjoyment of what he's doing now as anticipation about what he's going to do next. His oral fixation is probably one of her favorite things ever. ]
She moans softly, as much out of enjoyment of what he's doing now as anticipation about what he's going to do next. His oral fixation is probably one of her favorite things ever. ]
[ He hums thoughtfully, then, ] Pirates. More robots can always come later.
Awesome!
[ He moves to wear he left his boots and socks, dropping into a nearby chair to put them back on. ]
So does that mean I have permission to start a brawl?
[ He moves to wear he left his boots and socks, dropping into a nearby chair to put them back on. ]
So does that mean I have permission to start a brawl?
[ It's always so damn satisfying hearing her moan, and he feels like he deserves a victory lap whenever he happens to coax one from her.
For now, though, he satisfies himself by taking her nipple between his teeth and applying pressure all over again -- not too hard, but none too gently, either. After a few seconds he releases it, running his tongue, hard and flat, over the spot, then provides the same attention to the other side. ]
For now, though, he satisfies himself by taking her nipple between his teeth and applying pressure all over again -- not too hard, but none too gently, either. After a few seconds he releases it, running his tongue, hard and flat, over the spot, then provides the same attention to the other side. ]
You have permission to join one.
[ she ducks out to put her mop away and grab her shoes, coming back a moment later. ]
If it's a slow night, then I guess we'll see.
[ she ducks out to put her mop away and grab her shoes, coming back a moment later. ]
If it's a slow night, then I guess we'll see.
[ The noise that she makes then is something between a moan and a whimper, because that hurts in the most wonderful fucking way.
She arches into him again. ] Nngh. Trying to... get me off with you mouth again?
[ Now she definitely sounds distracted, almost losing track of her sentence partway through. ]
She arches into him again. ] Nngh. Trying to... get me off with you mouth again?
[ Now she definitely sounds distracted, almost losing track of her sentence partway through. ]
Pirates it is, then!
[ She jots Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl onto the paper and hands it over ]
That should get you started.
[ She jots Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl onto the paper and hands it over ]
That should get you started.
Trying. [ He can't help another smirk, though first he uses the tip of his tongue to trace the curve of her breast. ] Am I on the right track?
[ Boots and socks back on, he stands. ] C'mon, please, just one? Like, a little one. Just me and one scary-looking dude, if he looks at one of us funny.
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