Shenanigans!

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I could always stop.

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Don't you dare.

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[ 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 ]

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[ -- 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. ]

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[ 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?

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[ 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 ]

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[ 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). ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ Probably a good idea. ]

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

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[ He smirks a little. ] Oh, is that not how this works?

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So I've been told.

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Huh. [ And he starts tugging off his belt. ] Learn something new every day, I guess.

Oh, and thanks for not ripping my shirt this time. [ Yep, he's full-on smirking this time. ]

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[ That actually startles a laugh out of her, and damn it's good to see that smirk again ]

You're not going to let me live that one down, are you?

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Nope. I'm pretty much going to bring it up at every given opportunity. [ And there go the pants. :|a ]

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Sorry. Throes of passion and all.

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Oh. I just figured you didn't like that shirt.

[ He's holding out a hand to help her in. ]

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[ dryly: ] Ah, yes, I could see how you would think that.

[ She takes his hand for support and steps into the tub, unable to help the little sigh of relief as the warm water soothes her aching muscles ] Oh, this is heavenly.

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[ -- Okay, sorry, he laughs a little. ]

Should I give you and the hot water some privacy?

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[ She... actually goes a little red at that ] No. I mean I don't--

[ and she just sort of pouts, sinking down into the water until it covers half her face and she blows pouty little bubbles at him ]

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[ ..... oh my god maya how are you so cute how is this possible.

Because he laughs. ]

I mean, I can come back later, if you want. I don't mind.

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[ It's good to hear him laugh, and her pouting doesn't last long in the face of the smile that creeps across her face. ]

Just get in here already.

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[ He steps in, finally, and-- yeah, okay, it does feel nice. Hot water at long last.

(His own scrubbing session from the night before was quick and clinical -- a basin and a few washcloths. Scrub off the blood and dirt, leave as little of it behind as possible.)

So-- this is nice, but. He's sort of at a loss as to what to do now. ]

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[ Maya might have a few ideas, considering the way she just sort of settles herself into his lap, straddling his hips ]

Nice of you to join me.