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[evocation]

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

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[hardwearing]

I actually get that reference. I'll leave it on the nightstand?

[evocation]

[She laughs, slipping her fingers under the hem of his shirt, sliding against his skin.]

Okay, okay. At least take your shirt off.

[Yeah, he's right. She's definitely more thirsty than he is.]

[hardwearing]

[ Are they just going to make out in the kitchen? Okay. Whatever she wants. Off goes the shirt, which gets tossed onto the counter behind him. ]

Is this you enforcing the towel-or-nothing rule?

[evocation]

Yep.

[She smoothes her hands over his stomach and up to his chest, standing up on her tiptoes.]

Are you complaining?

[hardwearing]

Nope.

[ They need to get her a little stool at some point if she wants to make a habit out of making out standing up. But he'll roll with it for now, leaning down to kiss her. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna would be fine with him lifting her up, but this is good, too. She kisses him back, slow and thorough.]

[hardwearing]

[ He probably will, tbh, when he gets tired of leaning down. This relationship is sometimes difficult on his back and her neck. But he wraps an arm around her and slides his other hand into her hair, cradling her head as he deepens the kiss.

He can feel Lando watching them, though, and peeks over her head when they break for air. ]

Voyeur.

[evocation]

[Kyna bursts out laughing.]

Ugh, God. Okay, okay, bedroom.

[hardwearing]

[ Yay! Wash grins and does pick her up, then, in his arms rather than on his hips since he is still wearing the gun. Sorry Lando, they're out. The bedroom door gets kicked shut softly behind him before he sets her down. ]

Better.

[ He'll take a second to drop the entire holster and his phone on the nightstand before reaching for her again. ]

[evocation]

[She laughs again, nuzzling against his neck when he picks her up. As he's getting rid of his holster, she tugs her shirt over her head and tosses it aside.]

Can you just carry me all the time?

[hardwearing]

[ He'll just enjoy that view while he gets his boots off, then. ]

I mean, technically. I might need my hands sometimes but you could just hang out on my back.

[evocation]

Nah, you won't need your hands for anything except me.

[Chill, Kyna. But apparently that's impossible, because she's already wiggling out of her shorts.]

[hardwearing]

The arrangement would end pretty quickly if you were the only set of hands available.

[ He actually likes her lack of chill in this context, but once he gets his boots and socks off, he very strangely leaves his pants on. Maybe she'll write it off as him being impatient to touch her again rather than something suspicious. Either way, she's getting dragged to the bed and into his lap in her underwear, and kissed again before she can ask why the hell he's still wearing jeans. ]

[evocation]

[She is about to ask, but then he's kissing her, and it's easy enough to forget about. Kyna shifts, straddling him and pressing close, deepening the kiss.]

[hardwearing]

[ Everything else seems perfectly normal. His hands wander her torso, caressing her ribs and trailing along her spine. He's figured out how bras work at this point so that's coming off, and when they break apart again he shifts to kissing her neck, hot and open mouthed. ]

[evocation]

[She shivers, hips rocking into his and fingers gripping his hair. Her breathing is quickening already, and she's really, really wishing he'd lose those jeans, but she doesn't want to pull away, either.]

God, Wash.

[hardwearing]

[ Be careful what you wish for, Kyna. There's definite interest happening between them, though, which means peak terrorism is ready. His hands come around to caress her breasts teasingly. ]

Yeah?

[evocation]

[Her hands slide down, hooking into the waistband of his jeans even as she leans into his touch.]

Get these off already.

nsfw on several levels

[hardwearing]

[ That same smirk from before comes back, and he gently displaces her onto the bed to stand up as if he's about to give her a show. Which isn't like him, really.

Slowly, he undoes his jeans, building suspense before pushing them down and stepping out of them to reveal the horror beneath. It's a grey elephant thong with googly eyes, floppy ears and a trunk, the latter currently standing at attention. This is the most ridiculous underwear to be found in Hadriel, that he alluded to as underwear terrorism when she mocked the floral briefs.

Suffer, Kyna. ]

save her

[evocation]

[That should clue her in, but it doesn't, because her eyes are locked on him, enjoying the show, until...

What the fuck.

Her eyes widen and she lets out an undignified squeak, expression going from shocked to horrified within seconds. She can't process this, but she can't look away, either.]

Oh my God.

no

[hardwearing]

[ Got her. She can manage a better reaction than that, though, come on. Wash steps forward, the googly eyes jiggling distressingly as he moves. ]

When you least expect it.

[evocation]

[His better reaction is her covering her face with her hands and letting out a dramatic, distressed sound as she flops back onto the bed.]

I'm kicking you out and making you walk home in your stupid elephant dick thong!

[hardwearing]

[ He can't help it, he bursts out laughing at that, coming right up to the edge of the bed and waiting for her to peek back out from behind her hands. ]

Oh, come on, it's funny. Admit it. It wants to say hi.

[evocation]

[Nope, her hands are firmly over her eyes, and she's not moving.]

I hate you so much.

[She's not saying hi!]

[hardwearing]

You're such a liar.

[ He's not actually willing to pull her hands away and force her to look, but leans down over her bracing himself with an arm on either side. Her nose is peeking out between her hands so he kisses the tip of it, still smiling. ]

Hey.