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[evocation]

This is Kyna. You should just text me if you actually want me to answer.

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[evocation]

[That gets her to smile a little.]

Sure. I'm surprised I haven't fucked up already.

[hardwearing]

Try not to worry about it too much, or I'll have to start calling you paranoid too.

[ He doesn't know how she could, honestly. ]

[evocation]

Hey, I'm not paranoid.

[She pauses for a second, frowning.]

God. Shit, maybe I am.

[hardwearing]

On the other hand, it doesn't count as paranoia if you're always right.

[ They've reaches his apartment -- Wash opens the door and holds it for her. ]

[evocation]

[She hums in quiet response to that, letting go of his arm to step inside.]

You're not always right.

[Maybe she is, though.]

Hey, um...

[hardwearing]

[ He heads straight for his room to drop the bag, though once he's there the helmet's coming off again. ]

Yeah?

[evocation]

[Okay, she figures this is going to be awkward no matter how she broaches the topic, so she might as well dive right in, right? Of course her hand goes right to her necklace without her even realizing.]

Since we're already, like... Talking about... whatever.

[Sensitive subjects. Off to a great start with that communication.]

I was thinking... I'm always the one to, you know... initiate whenever we sleep together. Or even just when I touch you.

[She probably shouldn't care, right? But it doesn't mean anything that she does. She's touchy feely with everyone. She's just making sure he's okay with it, obviously. That's all.]

[hardwearing]

Oh.

[ His brow furrows a little -- she's right, of course, it's something he's conscious of. And there are a couple reasons. ]

I'm not used to casual contact. Reaching for anyone. As for more than that... [ For one thing he's really bad at reading when she might want to. For another? ] I never know when's right? And don't want it to seem like that's all I want you around for.

[evocation]

[Oh.

Kyna's silent for a moment, the pendant of her necklace click clicking along the chain as it slides back and forth. She wasn't expecting... that. That level of consideration for her feelings. Somehow, Wash manages to surprise her with that over and over again.]

I just... Um. Don't want to make you uncomfortable. And I mean, we're friends, right?

[That's the obvious word. Duh.]

[hardwearing]

I'm not uncomfortable.

[ Not anymore. As long as he can see the contact coming he actually has been really liking it. And she hasn't caught him off guard too often.

He nods slowly, as he unfastens his armor. ]

We're friends.

[ Which happened way faster than he would ever have expected, but. They've been through a lot together already. That shit forges bonds. It frightens him a little, honestly, how close she's gotten so fast. ]

[evocation]

Okay.

[Kyna hasn't really considered how quickly they've gotten close, largely because it's a little overwhelming for her, too. She likes being around him, though. He's intense, but he's steady, and a hell of a lot less impulsive than she is. There's something comforting in that, and something even more comforting in how much he's opened up to her. She's not sure if he does that with everyone, but it's still nice. She doesn't know how to tell him any of that, though, or if she even should, so she goes with something a little simpler.]

I like hanging out with you. I don't want to make it... weird or anything. [There's a slight pause.] It's not, right?

[hardwearing]

[ He most certainly does not open up to everyone. Not like this. ]

So do I. It hasn't been weird... just because I don't start things doesn't mean I don't want them to happen. [ He sets down another piece of armor on the dresser and glances at Kyna. ] Should I?

[evocation]

[A part of her thinks this might be a weird conversation to have with a friend that you happen to be sleeping with, but she shoves that aside. Whatever.]

Uh, yeah. I mean, you don't have to worry about offending me or something.

[Plus, it would be kind of nice.]

[hardwearing]

...okay.

[ No better time to start than right now, right? He sets down the last of his armor and turns to Kyna, reaching for her hand. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna grins at him, lacing her fingers through his.]

Maybe I'm a little offended.

[hardwearing]

[ Oh? And how offended will she be if he uses that hand to pull her in and wrap his other arm around her? ]

[evocation]

[Enough to reach up with her free hand and trail her fingertips along his jawline, her head tilting.]

Less offended.

[hardwearing]

[ Well that's always a good sign. And Wash might not be great at reading people but he's pretty sure that head tilt is an invitation. He leans down to kiss her, slow and thorough. ]

How are your ribs?

[evocation]

[He's reading her just fine so far, but the soft, pleased noise she makes as she kisses him back should cinch it. She's a little breathless when she responds.]

Fine. All good.

[hardwearing]

[ In that case. Wash takes a step back towards the bed, sitting down on it and pulling Kyna with him, into his lap. It makes the height difference less awkward and he kisses her again with a bit more heat, reclaiming his hand to slip both under the edge of her shirt. Warm fingers teasing soft skin. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna shivers in response, heart skipping a beat, which she ignores. Yeah, she's definitely a fan of this. She shifts her weight to straddle him, free hand slipping to the back of his head to pull him closer. She may have lied just a little--her ribs are still a hair sore, but she really doesn't want him treating her like she's made of glass, and he sort of does that already.]

[hardwearing]

[ She's tiny and delicate okay, he's not used to it. If she wants him to be rougher, though, he'd be happy to oblige, she just just needs to speak up.

When the kiss breaks he drags his mouth down to her neck, sucking at her pulse point as he caresses her sides, her back. Touching places that have been off limits since she got hurt. Just... touching. Still such a novelty. ]

This what you had in mind?

[evocation]

[Kyna's eyes flutter closed again as he works his way down her neck, her breathing getting shivery.]

Definitely. Good job.

[Touching has never been a novelty to her, but touching him is a different story. Not for the first time, she wonders who designed these survival suits and how the hell she can thank them, because it's so easy to slide her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, memorizing each contour.]

Thank God for healing magic.

[hardwearing]

[ He laughs softly into the crook of her neck, the sound turning into a pleased him as she trails her hands down his arms. He's ready for there to be a lot less clothes between them, honestly, but he's also patient. Not in any rush. His hands emerge from beneath her shirt to grip her hips and pull her in closer, flush against him.

The suit hides absolutely nothing. ]

[evocation]

[Seriously, whoever made these things is her hero. Kyna rocks her hips forward, hands gripping his wrists for a moment to steady herself. She's torn between the need to get her stupid shorts off and the need to be as close to him as possible, so she compromises, reaching up to unzip the front of the suit.]

Hey, you don't have to treat me like I'm going to break all the time. Be rough if you want.