[the kiss to his cheek is both gentle and uncomplicated — and after recent events, a balm. it's one he could use more of; some of the accumulated tension that breathes out of him is a testament to that.
just as she pulls back, he gives a brief squeeze to their joined hands, and there's a softness to his smile for a moment before he volleys the banter back.]
How about the tour? I want to see the new bed you were talking about.
( she keeps her fingers on his hands, stepping slow to walk close to him. the house is still new to her, though it's at least small enough that she knows her way to her room easily enough )
It isn't much yet, we just moved here but I figured this would be a nice break from unpacking.
( not that she really had that much to unpack. she'd collected a few things though it was mostly clothes, she hadn't gotten too many things over her year here )
[as they walk, he glances around, studying. she says it isn't much, but it's bigger than any place he's ever lived in; there's more room to move around, certainly, than in the house on ferrix that now sits empty.
he isn't here to think about that, though, or to think about anything at all. the break is the order of the evening.
[outside of these walls and after this is over, there are plans to be made. there's the guilt, too, that still hangs over him over how he'd gotten off relatively easier for something that had, in large part, been his fault; when he moves a certain way, there are places on his back that still twinge in pain, even if the skin is no longer raised there. none of that has gone away.
but the sight of her now, unbuttoning in slow motion, is enough to draw his entire focus.
cassian comes closer, drawn. one hand finds its way to the skin she's exposed, slowly tracing the outline of the lingerie. the other brushes the hair away from her ear as he leans in, and he promises, low and hot,]
I think you'll find that I can do enough.
[it's there that he stays for now, lips pressed lightly against her ear, waiting for a reaction.]
( adrienne laughs softly at his promise, wrapping one arm against his waist and leaning into him, pressing a leg between his )
I hope so.
( she turns her head to kiss his cheek, working along his jaw until she captures his lips, slow, drawing him into her, her hand grasping at his shirt )
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( she leans in to kiss his cheek before stepping back, leading him further into the house )
Do you want a drink first or the tour?
( to her bedroom )
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just as she pulls back, he gives a brief squeeze to their joined hands, and there's a softness to his smile for a moment before he volleys the banter back.]
How about the tour? I want to see the new bed you were talking about.
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It isn't much yet, we just moved here but I figured this would be a nice break from unpacking.
( not that she really had that much to unpack. she'd collected a few things though it was mostly clothes, she hadn't gotten too many things over her year here )
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he isn't here to think about that, though, or to think about anything at all. the break is the order of the evening.
so he'll focus things in that direction.]
Any requests to start your break?
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( and if she's got a hot guy and fantastic sex that will be a very easy thing to accomplish.
it's only once they're in her room does she start to unbutton the shirt she'd put on, slow motions unveiling the lingerie she'd chosen for him )
I think after how we met I'd like to see what you can do without that pressure.
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but the sight of her now, unbuttoning in slow motion, is enough to draw his entire focus.
cassian comes closer, drawn. one hand finds its way to the skin she's exposed, slowly tracing the outline of the lingerie. the other brushes the hair away from her ear as he leans in, and he promises, low and hot,]
I think you'll find that I can do enough.
[it's there that he stays for now, lips pressed lightly against her ear, waiting for a reaction.]
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I hope so.
( she turns her head to kiss his cheek, working along his jaw until she captures his lips, slow, drawing him into her, her hand grasping at his shirt )