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( open ) and if i only could make a deal with god

CHARACTERS: takeshi kovacs & you
LOCATION: various locations on the station
DATE: late october
CONTENT: post-mission recovery, eating, sparring, getting high, etc.
WARNINGS: broken arm, nudity, sexual content, and various types of drug use in some prompts

I. PRIDE ( limit to 1 tag-in only, cw: broken arm ) the infirmary

[ his fight with cheri had turned out pretty rough, and though his sleeve has its advances with neurachem to make him a little more durable than most, it doesn't negate the rough slam of his body against the wall when she'd thrown him with the rough force of her power, resulting in the broken bone of his arm. when they arrive back at the station, most everybody's not in the best of conditions on account of their shared fights, some left better off than others, and though he's more inclined to just pass out right where he lands, kovacs does eventually make his way to the infirmary, still in the bloody, ripped mess of the clothes he arrived in.

he's not exactly expecting anyone to necessarily help him out here, a bit of stubbornness leading him to search around the room for a sling on his own. of course, while the arm is the only thing that's broken, the rest of his body is still plenty aching from the rest of the fighting and he hisses and grits his teeth in the midst of his search, muttering quiet swears as he looks around.

maybe it'd be helpful for someone to lend him a hand. ]

II. GLUTTONY the mess hall

[ once he's got his sling for his arm, along with a fresh shower and clean clothes on, kovacs tries to get himself resettled at the station, at least enough so for him to get some rest after the big fight. starving, he heads on over the kitchen, fixing himself a fairly simply bowl of cereal before he goes out into the mess hall, seating himself at an empty table and picking up the spoon in his bowl with his currently only working hand.

if someone ends up sitting up at his table, his eyes peer over at the rest of the large room with plenty of empty seating before raising his brow at his new shared company. ] No other seats, huh?

III. ENVY ( cw: drug use ) the sunlight room

[ it might be something from that final fight, or maybe it's the way he hasn't had anything to keep himself busy since he's been back, but kovacs finds something pestering in his mind, something about his being here bothering him in more ways than he can really place. it's those times where his mind becomes consumed with old ghosts, visions in his mind that seem more real than they are, and so he chooses to fight them in the only way that's currently accessible to him.

in the bright pink backpack brought over with him from his own world, he carries not only a small collection of weapons but an abundance of drugs as well, some on the little harder side than others.

working like eyedrops, he lets the veuron fall into his eyes, feeling the effects of it work into him fast. in mere moments, he can see the colors of the sunlight room almost completely shift, the trees and the flowers suddenly brightening like a hologram of neon lights, the false stars above turning into lined waves of light circling around as his head sways.

bag still over his shoulder, he spins in place, mouth gaping and eyes wide like he's seeing it all for the first time, bright and mesmerizing. ]

IV. SLOTH ( cw: drug use ) the sunlight room

[ the hallucinogens aren't the only thing stored in his bag, and when it all becomes too loud, he finds himself seated against the bottom of a tree in the sunlight room, in the late dark of its nights, dropping the contents of a different drug into his eyes, this one with the effects of slowing everything down, everything falling quiet around him, his heart even slowing slightly.

he doesn't need to be high to see her. no, he can always very well see quell like she's right there in front of him, even when he knows she's gone, either as an aftereffect of still being fairly fresh with the sleeve he's wearing or simply because he can never get rid of her in his head — he'd never want to.

to anyone else who might slip by, he'd be staring at nothing right now, eyes focused with his arms dropped at his sides, bag nestled between his thighs, but for him, he can see every detail, every curve of her face as he remembers it vividly, even the sadness of her gaze. ]

I made a deal to get you back. [ he whispers quietly to her, his own eyes damp as he breathes shakily. ] It goes against everything we fought for. Everything you died for. [ with a swallow, his voice is a quiet rasp. ] But I can't do this without you.

V. WRATH training room

[ after about a few days to a week, he can feel the changes in his arm, healing a bit faster than the room, bone repairing from a combination of the tech on the ship on his own body's advantages. and after enough time of his own personal boredom and a frustration is being so limited with his limbs, the first thing he wants to do is make sure it's all in working shape.

heading on over to the training room, unicorn bag slung over his shoulder, his decision on practicing with his hands or a weapon is all dependent on who he may end up fighting against. looking to someone else in the room, he gives them a nod. ] Need a partner?

VI. LUST ( cw: nudity ) shared living space with the darkling

[ one thing he's definitely taking advantage of with all his current free time is sleeping, at least for as much as he can when he isn't fighting the sleepless nights, sometimes paired with nightmares of his past. sometimes, the exhaustion kicks in where he even forgets he shares a room, going to bed the way he's most comfortable — completely in the nude.

if there's a knock on the door — be it for him or the darkling, who shares the other half of the space — he'll wake with a muttered swear, rubbing his eyes and sleepily dragging his legs off the bed. too tired to even think of covering up, and often not even thinking of it much even if he were more consciously awake, he stands and heads over to the door, opening it with a deep squint of his eyes and body fully naked. ]

What do you want?

VII. GREED anything and anywhere

( feel free to discuss with me alternative options of the above prompts or something different altogether. if you'd like to discuss a closed starter for me to write, just hit me up on plurk at hepburns or send a pm. ♥ )

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[ he could have laid her down on the bed, but aside from this position making it easier to undress her, there's something satisfying in seeing her sway over him like this, leveling out their heights more to where it's easier to kiss. and he doesn't mind at all that the control is practically left in her hands, when it's her that leans in over him, taking his lips with her own, leaving him to succumb fully to her kiss as she locks his body between her thighs.

even her fingers have a power of her own, the touch to his cheek leaving him to sigh against her mouth, one quick breath before her kiss takes him more fervently, heat in her lips that keep him well occupied with a fueling desire. there's no real secret to his own want, to the way he seeks her kiss, to his palms sliding against her bare thighs, sloping up against her back, strong fingertips kneading the length of her spine as he holds her close. it's all distracting enough that he only half focuses on the descent of her fingers, right until she's reaching between their bodies and wrapping her fingers around him.

he shudders against her lips with a quiet groan as she draws back, his breath shaking as he slowly grows hard from the relaxed strokes of her touch.

with their heads tipped together, he can't get a focused look at her eyes, but he can see her mouth, soft and wet from their kiss. ]

I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't.

[ his voice is quiet, honest, while his breath shakes in being touched. for all that he likes sex, it's not something he'd do just for the sake of doing it, even if his casual and nonchalant attitude about most things would suggest otherwise. there's a trust here, something understanding and unspoken between them, that feels different than if it were just anybody.

he says it without words, lifting his hand to gently caress over her cheek, a calloused but gentle graze of his thumb tracing across her lip, feeling the steady heat of her breath before he kisses her again, soft to start before leaning in for something deeper, making sure she knows the extent of his want. ]

[That's reassurance enough. A hum of approval forms on her lips as he leans in once again to kiss her. There's no rush here, no need to get this done quickly and slink away in shame. She can feel him growing hard beneath her touch, and she slows the relaxed strokes to something almost teasingly slow.

Her hand shifts slower and slower still until she stops completely, smirking as she breaks the kiss and leans back enough to slip free of her bra in a quick motion. Her knickers are next, of course, but there's no real rush. Not yet.

A hand presses against his chest, guiding him to lie back against the bed with a gentle push. She's towering over him this way, giving him an almost full view of her body.

She's smiling when she shifts to lean down over him once more. There's a kiss to his forehead as one of her fingers traces along his jawbone, and another kiss to the tip of his nose as her finger runs along his lip. She laughs at that, of course, because she feels relaxed around him enough that this casual intimacy is something she's fine with.

Her lips seek out his, the kiss quickly deepening once more. Her hips rock a bit as does, the friction enough to satisfy her for now. Still, that final barrier between them needs to go. She's not in a rush, but...

There's no time like the present to feel her completely naked body against his.

A huff sounds off against his lips as she tries to tug and wriggle her way out of her panties without stopping completely.]

[ the way she slows down her fingers is almost cruel, breathless with a grunt when she comes to a full stop, her lips shifting and smirking against his that for a second, he almost considers she might just leave him exactly like this, urging him on before drawing away, almost like her old trick with dodging his lips to kiss his cheek.

on the plus side, stopping to get herself more undressed is a good alternative, especially when she presses him down onto his back and gives him the full view with nothing covering her chest, her straddle making it all the better to appreciate, like he almost doesn't need the touch of her fingers to feel the inspiration.

but it's the softness of her kisses that really surprise him, when she leans in and pecks those kisses to different parts of his skin, and he can't help but breathe out a chuckle, even smiling when she finally gets back to his lips. it's not the way he usually imagines these things to go, not with the kind of playfulness she provides, hints that assure him she hasn't changed entirely from the girl he first met at this station, the one who joked about bringing him to his knees, who pretended to treat him like a brother in braccia despite her teases suggesting otherwise.

it's strange to feel the ease of it, to feel this relaxed, but it's plenty good too while she's rolling her hips, the weight of her grind coaxing another moan against her kiss, his palms grasping at her waist to feel the teasing roll of those movements in her muscles, proving to be a little more anxious now for getting her fully undressed.

and when he can feel her moving to try working off her panties, like she's trying to get away with it without pulling herself away, the same way she'd tried with her dress, he laughs breathlessly again. but just like her, he doesn't want to ease her off, too content with the heated friction rolling down against him, so he intervenes yet again, as he'd done with her dress, this time by snagging the the straps with both of his hands, gripping it with his fingers on each side and giving it a firm tug, using his slightly advanced strength, to simply tear the fabric free.

whoops? this time it's him nipping at her lip, a sly smirk on his lips to show just how apologetic he is. ]

Edited 2021-10-25 05:15 (UTC)

[There's something to the softness he inspires within her that has her on edge. They aren't romantically interested in one another, they aren't long term lovers. But there's a gentle sweetness to their soft, breathy laughs and the way he allows her to kiss him in more playful ways that has her questioning how this is going to end.

Then his fingers give a tug at her panties and manage to literally rip them off her body. She gives a sharp gasp as she hears the thin fabric tear, but isn't actually upset about it.

She teases him with a nip to his lip in counter protest, causing their teeth to brush against one another in the process. Now that any pesky layers are out of the way though, she settles and makes a content hum as she shifts against him once more. Her hips angle as both hands press against his chest, keeping him in place. It's not that she minds him moving, it's more that she gets off on being completely in control.

With her palms splayed firmly against him, she leans back so she's sitting up fully atop him. There's a second where one of her hands retreats so she can push hair behind her ear, but soon it's right back in place. With a slight exhale she rises up, positioning herself so she can bare down and guide him into position within her. There's a time and a place for tons of foreplay, but this isn't about that.

Maybe next time, if there is one, they can really take their time. She's too focused on the desperation to feel alive and feel anything at all as she slowly sinks down on his hardened length. The initial feeling is enough to make her bite at her lip as she tries to hold back a quiet murmur of arousal. ]

Don't move till I say to.

[It's not a request, but a gentle command. She needs a moment to adjust so the building emotions and sensation she's feeling don't mingle together in a way that overwhelms her.]

[ he almost laughs against the attempt at a bite to his lips, with that bump of teeth that doesn't make it all any less satisfying, especially when she gasps from the surprise of him ripping her underwear. it's something they could concern themselves with later, whereas right now it's all about the need to rid themselves of every possible layer, more satisfied to feel all bare skin everywhere they touch, from the soft press of her breasts to his chest when she kisses him, to the heat of her naked thighs trapping him down at his hips.

for a brief moment, he tries to chase her mouth on instinct, like a part of him isn't done with tasting her kisses, but her hands press him down, keeping him stationed against the mattress as she hovers above him. there's no protest from him then, captivated by the look of her, by her breathless mouth all pink and swollen from kisses, by the tuck of her hair that shows off the soft flush of her cheeks and the look of determination in her eyes, by the way she curves her body to position herself down against him.

her hands splay at his chest, over scars that aren't his own, save for a few of the fresher ones he's received in the recent months, some back on earth in bay city, and some in the fight at braccia. against her palm, his heart beats fast, a heart that isn't his but thumps with his own adrenaline, his own arousal, his own want of her in this very moment.

he tenses naturally when she starts to lower herself, when he feels the heat of her surround him, and his breath shakes but he exhales deeply when she tells him not to move. his hands are already sloped over her thighs, stroking at naked skin but he doesn't move otherwise. ]

Yeah. [ it's barely a word, more a hushed gruff breath, but it's cooperative and more than willing. he wants to hold her, cradle her close, find her lips, kiss her skin, make her moan — but he wants to watch her too, wants her to use him every way that she wants, and with the way she feels against his body, he doesn't care about anything else but this. ]

[The way he so willingly gives her the control she needs is intoxicating. She has to take a second to admire him beneath her, take in the look in his eyes and watch the way he stays as still as possible. Goosebumps rise up over her skin as she starts to slowly move, only a slow rocking motion at first. She's been so worried about whether or not she was alive that being able to feel each and every tiny movement and the sensation each one brings is almost to much for her.

Her eyes shut tight just long enough for her to shakily inhale, fingernails digging in against his skin. Her nails rake downward as her slow rocks become a little faster, and she sets a pace that sticks with the sweet and gentle mood they started with.

Her back arches as she breathily sighs, eyes opening to him once again. When her back arches, it's only so she can curl forward and over him once again. A hand goes to his cheek, gently caressing as she presses her lips against his in a tender kiss. ]

Okay. [She whispers against his lips, giving him permission to move how he likes. Having total control isn't something she feels that she needs anymore, not with him. The give and take between them is perfect, and exactly what she needs.]

[ he wants her to have this, something in the weight of her eyes suggesting that she needs it, for reasons he may not understand. but it's the same for him somehow, like he's chasing something in this, something itching at him from the inside ever since he returned back from braccia, where he'd momentarily stared death — again — in the face, in a way that made him so unsure of what he's been searching for.

i need there to be something more, she'd said, and it's something he needs too, something he can't promise, but maybe there's something in this that can help them keep going, push them forward from whatever's been holding each of them back.

because everything else falls away for a little while when she moves, when she rides him slow and the pleasure stretches throughout all of his limbs, heating every inch of skin. he doesn't move, just as she'd asked, but his fingers do curl against her thighs, breath hissing through his teeth as the occasional moan leaves his breath, low and quiet, eyes taking her in as her pace picks up.

and when she leans down for his mouth, he's right there with her, leaning instinctively against the palm at his cheek, mouth breathless to her lips. ]

Okay. [ he whispers back with an understanding, quiet with a soft nudge of his nose to her, taking in another breath. his fingers reach up into her hair, grasping without force, merely holding her as he seeks out another fervent kiss. in a moment, he's leaning himself up on his other elbow, arching her up with him as he rolls his hips up beneath her, trying to find a matching rhythm with her rather than trying to take over any control. ]

[A very small part of her wants to shove against him and tell him to stop being so obliging. That she needs something rougher and more intense to really make her feel like this is real, that she's alive again. That part of her has Clara hesitating as he shifts their position. Her desire to have control screams in alarm at even the marginal lost of it, but she quickly decides that she trusts him and doesn't mind losing control in the here and now.

It feels too good for her to care about anything other than seeking pleasure in the moment.

She gasps sharply as he begins to move beneath her, the push and pull between them quickly settling into a perfect rhythm. She shifts and rolls her hips one way, and he rolls his up in another. Her mouth drops open as her breaths become a little heavier, and she has to turn her head to seek out his lips with her own.

This position is secure, neither of them are falling and going anywhere. But her hands still travel his body where they can reach anyway, grasping and groping, fingernails digging into his skin every so often.

It's Clara that begins to increase the pace as the heat coiling in her core threads tighter and tighter. It's only slightly harder, just enough to make her moan quietly in between her soft gasps. Each sound recklessly falls free from her and against his lips. She knows she could give a rough tug to his hair, or do more than just lightly nip at his lip in between kisses. She could make this something less gentle and sweet, but in the end this is what she needs. And maybe it's just what he needs too. It's far more romantic than she intended this to be, but she finds she doesn't mind at all.]

Kov- [She gets out the start of his name before she's cut off by a low and throaty groan. Her head dips as her body gives a slight tremble, goosebumps from sensation rising up across her skin. This is almost too much all at once, a jump start to her system. Emotion threatens to overwhelm her and she slows her movements, one of her hand slipping to rest against his arm. She doesn't need him to stop, she just needs a second.]

[ he isn't incapable of providing a more definite roughness, and he knows it would take nothing at all to spin their bodies in an instant, that he can flip her down to the mattress and urge his weight down between her legs, grip her wrists and give her everything he has. but he doesn't, because he can feel her reluctance to sacrifice her position, and he equally wants her to know that he doesn't need the power, that he can admire her just like this.

but there's a shared control in this, in sitting up with her upon his lap, with the shifting motion of their hips that begin to match in pace, learning one another, bodies fitting together just right. and when she chases his mouth, her breath hot upon his lips, he knows they've found precisely what they need — mutual trust, mutual control.

as she feels out her fingers against her, he clutches tight to her in turn, calloused palm kneading up and down the length of her naked spine, fingers massaging up along her nape, curling into her hair whenever he seeks out stolen kisses, fleeting but passionate all the same as their lips break for every gasp, every moan.

he rounds his hips against her, harder in his motions when she moves her own faster, heels digging to better support his own thrusts. when she begins to tremble against his body, he wraps an arm supportively around her, his nose pressing into her cheek. he can feel the shake in her and he holds her through it, his other fingers caressing light to her jaw as he leans his forehead back against hers. ]

I got you. [ he whispers soft, not rushing her through it, even as he catches his breath, his body hot all over. ]

[Mutual trust is something that's earned. It's something that takes time and work. It's not something that should be this easy. And yet it is, and that makes her entire world crash down around her. There's a flicker of panic that's quelled the second he reassures her, and she gives a quick nod of her head in understanding.]

I know.

[The words come out thick and charged with emotion. It's with a shaky breath that she keeps moving, seeking out what she knows her body craves and needs. It's with slower, more deliberate movements that she seeks out her release. Her forehead stays pressed against his, leaving them to share one another's warm breaths. She feels like she's burning hot now, the heat in her core coiling to the point where any tiny movement sets her skin on fire.

And maybe it's the fact that she does trust him so completely that helps her get to this point so quickly. Her head lifts as she begins to move faster, fingernails scraping at his back as she does. She's close now, so close. It's with a near whine of need that her lips seek out his. He's got her.

She's got him in return. Mutual trust, mutual control. There's nothing given or wanted in return, it simply is. And in that moment, it's everything she needs.]

[ she shouldn't trust him, not because he'd ever seek to purposely hurt her, but because things have a way with taking the worst turn when he's involved, like it magnetizes to his every step — this is what you do, love. stride across the centuries and death follows, churning in your wake.

but he can't hear quell's warning in his head over the sound of clara's shaking breaths, over the i know that digs beneath his skin and gives him something to clutch onto, even if it isn't meant to last. the sting of her fingernails at his back keep him locked into the moment, transfixed on her, on the way she moves faster, fueling the heat even stronger between their bodies. his hands never leave her, an extension of his promise, rounding over her curves, feeling out the warmth of soft skin, his fingers kneading at a breast, his lips always ready for every desperate kiss she chases.

groans are deep in his throat, scratching like gravel, as he breathes hard. he isn't far from release either, but he grinds up with the intent to focus on hers, a large palm pressing against the small of her back to hold her close. there's something in how they're able to move together like this, learning fast, trusting easily, and he almost curses at how he hadn't been prepared for it, for how he'd feel in having something like this again.

with a shake of his breath, he mutters against her lips, overwhelmed by how much she surrounds him completely, in more ways than one. ] Clara.

Edited 2021-11-26 18:29 (UTC)

[It's the way that he says her name that makes her shiver. It's just a little tremble, something that likely isn't noticeable. But with the way his hands are on her, coaxing her toward seeking what she needs; she feels taken care of. She feels valued. She feels seen. With her blood running hot, she feels alive and real.

And it's feeling secure in that, in hearing and feeling the connection she's formed with him, that sends her over the edge. Her head dips, forehead pressing against his shoulder. Her hips grind more urgently against him, breath coming out heavy as she gasps and feels the tension build to the point it snaps and releases. His name comes out a sharp cry, and she goes still for a moment against him. The warmth in her belly spreads throughout her limbs, thighs quivering as it threatens to nearly overwhelm her once again.

There's the physical pleasure mingling and mixed completely with the emotional connection, and the intensity of it has her slowly riding out her orgasm in order to drag it out just a bit longer. Just a little more, she thinks. She wants to feel this for as long as possible, until she feels so much that she's so sensitive it's painful.

Her fingernails rake and drag against his skin as she shifts, and she presses whispers of kisses against his skin as she keeps her forehead in place against his shoulder. In between there are murmurs of his name, urging him to join her. ]

[ he isn't even entirely sure he's said her name out loud before this, but when it leaves his lips now, it's like an assurance she really is the only thing he's seeing, hearing, feeling, that he's giving everything in this very moment for her, everything he has to offer right now all poured into this escape they're chasing together.

even without the accompanying cry of his name, he can feel the shake in her body, the tremble that presses against and around him, signaling that peak. when she sinks herself against him, still chasing it in her rocking hips, he moves with her, palms grasping on her hips, so he gives her every grind of pressure in her pleasure until she signals for him to stop.

when she mutters against his shoulder, her lips hot with her breath to his skin, he shudders as he thrusts up against her, knowing he isn't going to fall too far behind, not when she feels as warm and inviting and exhilarating as she does, when she urges him to find that peak of pleasure with her.

soon enough, he groans, digging his face in against the crook of her neck, breathing hard to the junction of her shoulder as the build pulses through his body, the motion of his hips seizing as he gives in to the release. his own body trembles as he brings an arm around her, the other secured at the base of her neck.

in cooling down, his name leaves her lips quietly, feeling every part of himself open and unshielded for her, even as he hides himself against her skin, holding her as everything falls still. ]

[Her head turns so she can press a kiss to his temple. Her nose lightly nuzzles against his hair as she does, and she lets her eyes slide closed as she just basks in the moment. Every single inch of her feels electric, and she finds herself smiling in delight at the sensation. She had been so worried she was some kind of zombie or worse, but she's still as human as she ever was.

One of her arms wraps protectively around him, palm pressed against his back, fingers splayed wide. She rubs her hand in a light circular motion, more idle than anything. She feels incredibly vulnerable right now, but safe in his arms. ]

You have a roommate, yeah?

[She almost sounds tired as she says it, voice thick and heavy with exertion.]

[ with that first kiss she'd pulled him into tonight, he'd thought this would lead to something spontaneous, just a rush to take the edge off, a temporary scratch to an itch, but as she presses a kiss to him now, light to his temple, he realizes it's taken a turn to something he wasn't anticipating, something gentler and more soothing than he ever could have been prepared for.

he's relieved she isn't so quick to pull away, even if he feels a selfishness in seeking the way her body continues to surround him, feeling like a child in the way he sinks into her embrace, his own arms curled around her back, fingertips warm as they lazily trace her spine. ]

Yeah. [ his voice is a whisper, the word almost spoken in a breath. ] He comes and goes. [ truth be told, he doesn't even know if kirigan'll be back tonight. they tend to keep out of each other's businesses for the most part.

turning his head, his lips kiss soft at her shoulder, relaxed as he sighs. ] But you can still stay the night if you want.

I want to stay.

[She murmurs a reassurance of that, turning her head to press her cheek against his for a second. It's meant to hide the smile on her face, one that's content and at ease. But she lets him see it as she slips free to lie in the bed, pulling him down along with her.]

It doesn't matter if he comes back. I just didn't want to overstay my welcome.

[It's an amused admission, because caring what he thinks is absolutely ridiculous.]

[ selfishly, he wants her to stay, already content with the ease he's felt with her company, like it silences everything else for a little while. with her in the room, he doesn't think of everything else that haunts him — the ghosts, the monsters, the guilt. there's distraction in the warmth of her skin and when she draws back to unveil her smile to him, he gets lost in that too. ]

Long as you don't mind the crowded mattress.

[ he's pretty sure these beds aren't intended for more than one anyway, and as he lays down beside her with her coaxing, he finds himself plenty close to her, resting his hand at her bare hip, fingers lazily tracing invisible lines along the curve. ]

And as long as you don't snore. Light sleeper.

[ of course he's kidding. maybe. ]

I'll be sure to keep that in mind when I sneak away early in the morning to do the walk of shame.

[She scoffs as she shifts so her head is resting against his chest, arm splayed out over him. Her fingers tiptoe across his stomach until they trace across a scar, where her palm slips to press gently.

It's easy to slip into this with him, to feel perfectly content lying here tangled together. Her foot rubs against his, just getting used to the feeling of him being against her this way. It's incredibly comfortable, both physically and emotionally. She could definitely get used to this.

She's still smiling as her eyes close and she relaxes completely against him.]

Wouldn't want to wake you up and risk you being grumpy all day. I'm not sure you'd ever forgive me.

Yeah, you saw what happened the last time you woke me up from a nap. [ all of this happened, apparently. ] You'd really hate to see the mood I can get into.

[ not that he ultimately minded even if his initial sluggish state from freshly waking up had led him to dragging his feet to the door, forgetting to cover up in this process. ultimately, it hadn't mattered, especially now that he, and she, remain without a layer of clothing, leaving plenty of skin to press warm together as she curves her body against his.

he brings his arm around her, a supportive wrap as he urges her in rest against his chest, sighing when she traces the markings of scars, some of which don't even necessarily belong to him. ]

Just make sure to hold your skirt down tight when you go walking off. Might wanna be careful about the kind of morning view you offer up to the rest of the station.

[ since he did rip her underwear and all. ]

Why, are you prone to jealousy?

[Ha ha, she's a comic over here. She is blushing profusely though, so he can count that as a victory.]

You owe me a new pair of knickers, by the way.

[She laughs now, turning her head so the sound is muffled against his chest. Her hand resumes motion, fingers tracing along until she's able to rest her palm over his heart. The steady beating there makes her press her other hand over her own chest. Feeling a slow and steady pounding there makes her feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief. As her hand drops away from her body she feels her eyes begin to grow heavier.]

Completely.

[ the neutral tone is a signal that he isn't being serious, especially with the string of jokes they're falling into. he isn't inclined towards jealousy, not really, and even if that were the case — well, there's nothing to be jealous of here. not when he knows this is ... simply what it is.

but he gives a small smirk at her reminder, his eyes closing as he focus on keeping her close with the wrap of his arm. ]

Mhmm, yeah, we'll see. [ it's muttered now, feeling her fingers at his heart, soothing to calm him down, to quiet everything again, and with the ease of her closeness, he knows it'll be all too easy to find sleep again, and that the rest will be even more peaceful than what he's been able to find a long time. ]

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