Shenanigans!

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[phaselocknroll]

I'm probably long overdue for some new clothes anyway.

[ she kind of wants to ask what the damage is, but she resolutely decides that she doesn't care. ]

I've never been dress shopping before.

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[ He casts aside the rest of the bandages (and he's pretty sure he's going to ask someone to burn them) before clearing his throat a little. ]

Yeah? Well, that makes two of us. [ -- Lame joke, sure, but he's trying. ]

[phaselocknroll]

No? But you'd look so lovely.

[ So is she. She's really, really trying, because she just wants him to be okay again. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He tries for a smile. ]

Pretty sure I don't have your figure for it, but thanks for the compliment.

[ -- and he does, too, but there's still dried blood on her skin, and it reminds him of the way his hands were slick with it, how it soaked his sleeves as he held her as she fell silent and no, please, you said you wouldn't leave--

He clears his throat again. ]

Go on, get yourself cleaned up. Then we can worry about getting you something pretty.

[phaselocknroll]

I-- [ it's hard not to notice the old panic, the old fear, bubbling up in him. She hates it with every fiber of her being. She hates that this happened, and most of all she hates not seeing him smile- really smile.

She just sort of... sags in defeat. ] Yeah. All right.

I'll try not to take too long.

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, don't worry about it. Take your time, alright? I've got all the time in the world.

[phaselocknroll]

[ With a sigh, she turns to face him, and there's worry on her face, and seeping, slowly, through their link ] Are you going to be okay?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ -- Shit, there's no mistaking that feeling -- after all, he's spent the entire night feeling that way -- and he could deflect. He could say, "That's my line, isn't it?" But instead he nods. ]

Yeah, I'll be fine.

[ He leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. ]

Go on. Pretty sure you're long overdue some time to yourself.

[phaselocknroll]

[ she grabs his arm ] What if I don't want to be by myself?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ -- oh, right, he's now distinctly remembering an invitation. ]

I, uh. Well, if you really need the company...

[phaselocknroll]

[ She leans up to kiss him, long and slow ]

Please?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ You play dirty, Maya. ]

How can I say no to that?

[phaselocknroll]

[ She just gives a quiet chuckle and leans up to do it again, looping her arms around his neck as she does ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ -- god damn you.

His arms are wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer against him. ]

Seriously unfair, man.

[phaselocknroll]

I could always stop.

[nostalgiabomb]

Don't you dare.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She gives a little laugh ] As you wish.

[ Aaaand she leans back in to run her tongue along his neck, making her way up to his jaw line, where she leaves a little trail of kisses before claiming his lips again ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ -- how are you good at this already we've only done it once.

But he returns the kiss gladly -- eagerly, even, lips parting to run his tongue along her lower lip and to brush against hers. He didn't realize how much he needed this until, oh, just about now. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ what kind of demon would she be if she didn't know a thing or two about sex, really.

As it is there's something a little needy about the way she kisses him back. She needs this- she needs to be close to him, to remind both of them that they're alive and together and okay

She breaks away, glancing at the tub, then up through her eyelashes at him ]

Help me out of my dress?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ It's a good distraction, at the very least, and he smiles a little at her request. ]

Don't even have to ask twice.

[ Yeah, gurl, that dress has got to go. ]

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[ Honestly, she'd set it on fire herself if she knew how much it bothered him.

For her own part, she slides her hands up under his shirt, running her nails over his skin ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He makes a quiet sound of approval, as he leans in for another kiss. His own hands coast along her bare skin, once the dress is gone, and his touch is gentle, like he's afraid she might break (and maybe he actually is, considering what's happened). ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ The fact that he treats her like she's made of porcelain bothers her. She very nearly breaks away to tell him she's not fragile, but... well, she is now. At least she's not as strong as she once was.

It's something both of them are going to have to get used to.

She deigns not to dwell on it in favor of pulling his shirt off over his head. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Jeez, Maya, you could've just asked, but now a certain Peter Quill is divested of one (1) shirt, and he starts pulling her toward the tub, because, seriously, that blood on her back, dried and flaking, is a serious mood killer. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ Probably a good idea. ]

I hope you're not planning on hopping in there while you're still half-dressed.