"I don't think we'll be seein' him for a good eight or nine hours, at least, but I'll be honest - if he comes tryin' to bug me before it's absolutely necessary, I'm gonna throw my mag boot at him."
He was pretty sure that he and Naomi would be shutting themselves off for a little while. Amos, on the other hand --
"Yeah, that's why he'd need both mag boots to get the hell out." He pulled back enough so that he could properly see her face, and he gave her an incredibly fond smile. "... Can't blame me for wantin' to keep you to myself for a while, right?"
"Nope," she replies, leaning forward to steal a kiss, smiling when his beard brushes against her. "I bet I could still kick Amos' ass, even with a gunshot wound."
She kisses him back readily, laughing quietly as she pulls back. Beyond the fact that she can't keep her hands off of him, she's just happy to be here with him again. It felt almost like a part of her had been missing when they were separated.
"If he can't take the hint, pulling a few stitches is worth it."
Christ, but it was a relief to hear her laugh like that. He raised a hand
and ran a knuckled down the side of her cheek.
"Just 'cause you can take the beatin', Gunny, don't mean I want to
see you do it. ... 'Sides, I think there might be a much easier way
to get the message across."
"I'm a little fond of Amos," he murmured, a gentle hint of humour in his voice.
"And if I can get the same effect from kissin' you, instead..." He didn't finish his sentence, tilting her chin towards him as he leaned him, taking a much more intent kiss than the last one he had. Thoughtful and lingering and slow, and his eyes slid closed as he cut off the rest of existence.
Bobbie practically melts, shivering when he kisses her. This time, she's perfectly content to keep on kissing him, letting him take her weight as she leans forward. Right now, she doesn't care about anything else but him. The rest of the system can wait until morning.
He leaned back a little, taking her weight happily, his lips parting against the kiss and inviting her deeper, his touch carefully inviting.
His pulse was picking up again, his fingers curling in her hair as he let himself taste her, let himself indulge in a kiss he never thought he'd have, with a person who just understood him so well, who got it, and just happened to be dreadfully beautiful at the same time.
It's easy to lose herself in it, to kiss him back slow and thorough, trying to memorize the way his fingers feel caught in her hair and the way they fit together. For once, it feels like they have all the time in the world, and she's intent on taking advantage of their good luck. Bobbie cups his face in her hands, fingers brushing against his beard, then shifts to pull herself into his lap.
A low, hot thread of arousal uncurled in his gut as she slid onto his lap,
but he was careful to temper any urgency it inspired. Instead he just let
his hands slide onto her hips - mindful of the wound - and gently pulled
her in closer against him.
He has to break the kiss for a second, just to breathe, but he doesn't try
to say anything. Just a silent pant of a breath almost against her lips
before he leaned in to take that sweet kiss once more.
It's going to be a feat not to get carried away again, especially when Alex has to stop to catch his breath, and she presses her hips against his instinctively. She's determined to be good, though, so she just follows his lead. There's something hungrier about the way she returns his kiss, but she doesn't push it. Or, at least, she's going to try not to.
God, that groan isn't fair. It takes an incredible amount of willpower not to kiss him again, so she focuses on slipping her hands down to his shoulders, trying to center herself.
"Sorry," she manages breathlessly. "Do you want me to stop?"
"... Want really ain't the word," he murmured, wishing he could just say 'yes' or 'no', but it really wasn't that simple.
"I don't want you pullin' your stitches..." He continued, reluctantly, but it probably didn't help that he slowly rolled his hips up against her as he did it.
Bobbie tries and fails to bite back a gasp, and for a second, she's certain she's forgotten how to breathe. She rests her forehead against his, her grip on his shoulders tightening, trying to be logical about this. Need wins out.
"I've seen the way you fly this ship. I know you can be gentle."
"It ain't me I'm worried about forgettin' to be gentle," He pointed out, but her comment about flying the ship just had him thinking about those tiny, subtle motions of his fingers on the joystick, and the pulse of arousal ran quite a bit hotter.
... Yeah, he could be gentle. He could be very gentle.
He wet his lips, ducking his head to press a kiss to her throat as he pulled her just that little bit closer.
"If you aren't, you're just gonna make this worse on the both of us," he pointed out, but it was mostly teasing, and a warm smile was spreading over his lips as he trailed them down her throat.
He didn't have that much fight in him, if he was honest. Not after everything. And she seemed fine right now, so--
His lips parted, teeth grazing skin as he shifted one of his hands, trailing it down her hip, and across her thigh, fingers brushing over the hem of her tiny shorts before they slipped lower, teasing over fabric.
If he's looking for a reaction, he certainly gets it. Bobbie groans, hips rolling forward again as arousal surges through her. Her hand slips to the back of his neck as she presses closer. She's doing her best not to tense up—that's what screwed them up before, and she honestly might die if he stops again.
"I'll do whatever you say for once, alright?" Maybe. Probably not. She'll do her best, at least.
"Don't believe that for a hot minute," He replies, teasing, even though his voice has dropped a few decibels, a gravelly husk under it. He lifts his chin, beard scratching over her throat as he kisses the underside of her jaw, then the side of her mouth, all as his hand slides into place, the tight shorts leaving little to the imagination and even less in the way of a barrier, and he presses the heel of his palm down even as he lets his fingers slide down the groove.
Bobbie is about to shoot something back, something about how he doesn't have any faith in her, when his hand moves and suddenly it doesn't matter anymore. She turns her head to kiss him properly, and this time there's something needy in the way her lips meet his and her fingers tangle in his hair.
The way she kisses him makes the arousal hit him hard, like a punch to the gut, and she's snug enough on his lap that she can likely feel the way he stiffens, instantly, as her fingers grip into his hair again. He teases for a few seconds more, but he's just as needy as she is, so finally he pulls his hand up, tugging at the waist band of her shorts before he slides his hand beneath fabric.
He groaned, lowly, against her mouth, as his fingers slid into place, still teasing, the friction disappearing as his fingers met with slick heat. All he wanted was to sink into that, to thrust himself up into her body and meet that heat with his own - but all he did was roll his hips a little uselessly as he pressed his palm down against her and let his middle finger tease at sliding deeper.
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He was pretty sure that he and Naomi would be shutting themselves off for a little while. Amos, on the other hand --
"Amos would get both mag boots."
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"Amos wouldn't even blink."
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"Yeah, that's why he'd need both mag boots to get the hell out." He pulled back enough so that he could properly see her face, and he gave her an incredibly fond smile. "... Can't blame me for wantin' to keep you to myself for a while, right?"
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"I ain't takin' that bet, I know I'd lose. But I'd still rather you didn't pull out your stitches just 'cause he can't take a hint."
He leaned in, stealing the kiss that he didn't quite get to indulge in, though he still couldn't stop smiling.
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"If he can't take the hint, pulling a few stitches is worth it."
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Christ, but it was a relief to hear her laugh like that. He raised a hand and ran a knuckled down the side of her cheek.
"Just 'cause you can take the beatin', Gunny, don't mean I want to see you do it. ... 'Sides, I think there might be a much easier way to get the message across."
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"Yeah? I thought you liked seeing me kick people's asses."
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"And if I can get the same effect from kissin' you, instead..." He didn't finish his sentence, tilting her chin towards him as he leaned him, taking a much more intent kiss than the last one he had. Thoughtful and lingering and slow, and his eyes slid closed as he cut off the rest of existence.
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His pulse was picking up again, his fingers curling in her hair as he let himself taste her, let himself indulge in a kiss he never thought he'd have, with a person who just understood him so well, who got it, and just happened to be dreadfully beautiful at the same time.
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A low, hot thread of arousal uncurled in his gut as she slid onto his lap, but he was careful to temper any urgency it inspired. Instead he just let his hands slide onto her hips - mindful of the wound - and gently pulled her in closer against him.
He has to break the kiss for a second, just to breathe, but he doesn't try to say anything. Just a silent pant of a breath almost against her lips before he leaned in to take that sweet kiss once more.
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She might not be trying to push it, but damn if it isn't killing him anyway.
"Gunny," he murmurs, almost a groan, and it's not clear if it's a plea or a warning.
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"Sorry," she manages breathlessly. "Do you want me to stop?"
She really, really hopes he doesn't.
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"I don't want you pullin' your stitches..." He continued, reluctantly, but it probably didn't help that he slowly rolled his hips up against her as he did it.
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"I've seen the way you fly this ship. I know you can be gentle."
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... Yeah, he could be gentle. He could be very gentle.
He wet his lips, ducking his head to press a kiss to her throat as he pulled her just that little bit closer.
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"I feel like I should be offended." She's too distracted to be insulted, though. "I'll be good. Promise."
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He didn't have that much fight in him, if he was honest. Not after everything. And she seemed fine right now, so--
His lips parted, teeth grazing skin as he shifted one of his hands, trailing it down her hip, and across her thigh, fingers brushing over the hem of her tiny shorts before they slipped lower, teasing over fabric.
Call it a litmus test.
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"I'll do whatever you say for once, alright?" Maybe. Probably not. She'll do her best, at least.
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He groaned, lowly, against her mouth, as his fingers slid into place, still teasing, the friction disappearing as his fingers met with slick heat. All he wanted was to sink into that, to thrust himself up into her body and meet that heat with his own - but all he did was roll his hips a little uselessly as he pressed his palm down against her and let his middle finger tease at sliding deeper.
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