( river chuckles, breath hot against his thigh as she whispers-- )
But you love it.
( and, though he personally hasn't experienced this before, she would quit if he didn't obey. they've been through this dance before, with both of them being very satisfied by the end of it, though she usually hasn't been patient enough to tease him, instead, giving in to both of their wants and pleasure.
she leans up, kissing down his chest. her hands move to rest on his thighs, keeping her balanced as she moves. this time as river approaches his groin she doesn't move away, though as she presses a kiss to his cock she keeps it light, the touch of her lips barely there.
and then, rather than continue kissing, she moves down the length of him, running her tongue over the head of him )
I do. [ Magnus groans the two simple words as he lets his head tilt back, letting his eyes drift shut as he enjoys the feeling of River's lips and hot breath against his skin. He can't touch her, so he'll revel in the touches she gives him, making the most of them.
He's almost surprised when she kisses his cock, his head immediately snapping up so he could look down and watch. It's one of his -- many -- favorite things, to watch someone take his cock, to be able to make eye contact with them as they engage in such an intimate act. There's a little bit of power there, too, that he loves, but mostly, he just enjoys a pretty face.
He hisses in pleasure and lifts his hips without thinking at the swirl of her tongue. He wants more, but he's not about to ask for it yet. ]
( she'd pulled him back to her room, the promise of a private drink of higher quality there. river wasn't lying, she does have something special (and strong) that magnus had brewed for her there. it's just she wasn't entirely planning on having a drink when they got to her room.
it's with a tug towards her that river wraps her arms around him, hands resting on his shoulders, her mouth quickly finding his.
the door is still wide open, something she'll worry about later. river's a little drunk (human tolerances), a little wound up from their last battle and that's a frustration that results in shoot something or fuck something. to be honest she'd become quite fond of him and had considered trying to seduce him at some point anyway but this battle had beaten her to her planning )
[They could absolutely both use a drink. They could also both absolutely use a bit of human contact; maybe not something soft, maybe not something overly gentle, but certainly something kinder than the most recent hurts visited on them by the war they still only barely understood.
The former is no small part of why Horatio had followed River with no protest back to her room. The latter is no small part of why he doesn't jerk back when he finds her arms snaking around him and her lips--
He's thought about this. He can't pretend, in the roiling of his own mind, that he hasn't thought about this. It's just that there had always been a hundred reasons why he ought to just bite down and ignore the impulse--not the least of which had always been his simple inadequacy in the face of this whirlwind of a person.
Clearly she's just drunk. Clearly the polite, gentlemanly thing to do is to carefully disentangle himself and chide her to bed, followed by a lifetime of never mentioning this had happened. He does mean, as his hands lift, to place them gently on her shoulders and push her away.
But they've got minds of their own, apparently, because the next thing he knows his own traitorous hands are curling delicately around River's cheeks so that his lips can press more firmly against hers.]
( after the seance vanessa had asked him to stay. she didnt want to be alone, not with that feeling lingering within her. though this had been her idea, her willingness to do such a thing she didn't enjoy the feeling of having another soul within her body, of losing herself. she had too many memories, or at least experience given what she tried to forget of the negative side of being inhabited.
vanessa had excused herself momentarily, to breathe and compose, unpinning her hair as she did, before returning to him. her room was not really a comfort, few places to sit other than her bed or a chair.
his presence at least helped. comforted. vanessa hadn't wanted to be alone and he was one of the few she felt secure around here, the one who knew her best.
her arms are wrapped around herself, a small comforting gesture as she steps back in the room towards him )
( their friendship was easy. two people with strong values, a shared confusion about the people around them and a similar goal. over the months since quill had arrived in deerington it was one of the few things that had provided a comfort, sharing a drink, sparring. janet was very capable and it was one of the things that quill liked about her.
but there was also something else, something that she wasn't entirely certain of, whether it was real or just spawned from her appreciation of her. it was a long time since she'd been flirted with and it was never usually so subtle, with the way quills work being a little more direct. but she'd learned that humans were cautious about this kind of thing and maybe the same thing was true for her.
it's on her mind when they pause from their fight, conversation slowly falling back in place. except she's not quite certain how to address it )
I-- ( oh, fuck it.
quill steps into her, hand moving to the back of her head to tug her down as she leans in to kiss her. direct has always been her style for everything else, why not this? her touch is firm, a certainty to her movements even if she's not certain about the other woman's intentions, hoping for the more positive outcome. and, honestly, their fight had amped her up a little, an extra drive as she kisses her )
Not unwelcome, but if she had to say it was expected or unsurprising then that would be a lie. Yasha is pulled down, and there part of her that reflexively might brace her hands against Quill's waist and throw her head back, evading some headlock.
She doesn't do that, suffice to say. Her hands do anchor at Quill's waist, tugging her closer reflexively. Familiar, close. A closeness that she does not usually invite, that she trusted in this instance, and that it was a surprise to find welcome. Yasha isn't oblivious to flirtation or attraction, but she's never sought it since her marriage.
(Should she feel guilty? Should she regret?)
Yasha lets her thoughts sink to the back of her mind, shoves them away roughly, as she grasps at Quill's back and leans down into the kiss, biting down on her lip. )
( winter was a new experience for her, the cooler temperatures, snow-- she'd never seen it before, it not being something that happened on rhodia and when it starts, falling fast and thick, she watches it for a time, asking him about it.
the next day sees it no longer snowing but there's a good several inches of deep snow outside, it having continued all through the night.
she's got a small blanket tucked around her shoulders, something becoming a familiar sight with the lower temperatures, quill also unfamiliar with and disliking the cold. her coffee sits near, legs stretched along the couch as she reads, having left luke still sleeping )
[Luke can't say he didn't thoroughly enjoy seeing Quill's reaction to her first snow. It might not be his favorite type of weather, but-- it gives reason to do plenty of other things. Stay close for the warmth being the best one he can think of at the moment.
Waking up alone can put that thought on your mind pretty easy.
He gets out of bed, takes a moment to get ready for the day before he's off to see where Quill's gotten off to.
When he sees her on the couch, tucked under a blanket, Luke can't help but smile to himself before he comes over. Leaning over the back of the couch, he looks first at what she's reading before he turns his head to give her a quick smile.]
You know, if you'd stayed in bed a bit longer, you'd have kept us both warmer...
( it had been a long night, made longer than the new reports that her scouts had brought back. there'd been merriment earlier in the evening, josephine wishing to raise spirits by bringing some hope and laughter to the halls of skyhold.
it had gone well, appreciated by all. and then leliana had broken the mood, ravens coming forth with messages, demons appearing in the west, troops struck down.
she'd retreated to her perch, sending the birds back out with more requests, later bringing the news back down to cullen and josephine, forming thoughts between the three of them before taking it further to the inquisitor.
cullen had since retreated for the night, close to falling asleep on josephine's table, the two women continuing for a time until leliana fell silent, lost to her thoughts. it's only with a sigh that she returns, standing from where she'd sat to stretch herself back out, slow steps around the room, training hiding the fact that she's still wearing her armor, steps silent. for all that they've made plans she's still troubled, in need of a distraction from what her mind is still trying to work over )
( The work of the Inquisition's ambassador is never-ending, and Josephine finds herself burning down her candles well into the night most evenings, although she is usually in her own office when she does so. The change is scenery is nice, she must admit, and allows her to get through her pile of letters more quickly than if she had been distracted by the same four walls.
Although Leliana is deadly silent, a product of her training, Josephine cannot help but feel her presence in the room. Putting down her quill, she regards the other woman with a mixture of concern and soft affection. )
( she'd brought herself up from hell for this, locating ruby and stepping through the shadows into the room she occupies. lilith watches for a few seconds, taking note of all that text couldn't tell her whilst she's still hidden.
but she doesn't linger long, speaking first to announce her presence, stepping out of the shadowy corner of the room mid-speech, still across the room from ruby but there )
He should be with you.
( not finishing something at work. lilith didn't understand why she kept her pet, particularly not if he'd happily keep her waiting rather than tending to her )
[ ruby’s still in cheap motel room she’d rented to be near sam. she couldn’t stay at the same place as him, not with dean around. not with his brother being still so incredibly hostile even after everything she’s done for him. her jeans are tossed over the back of a chair, her boots kicked underneath it. she lounges in the other chair, half-dressed, a nearly empty tumbler of whiskey in her hand.
when lilith announces her arrival, she startles, fingers tightening around the glass in reflex. ]
He might be a fool, but he’s my fool.
[ she tips the glass back and finishes her drink. ]
( she'd found him at the party, some unimportant function that lilith hadn't really been there for, her goals a little more personal. she'd caught the attention of many, deep red dress with black along the cut outs, hair falling in waves around her shoulders.
she hadn't been seeking him or even this out, and at least there was someone else at the party to keep an eye on her real goal whilst she had some fun. she deserved it after the work she'd been doing rebuilding hell in her designs. it wasn't simple.
she'd approached him with quiet whispers, conversation entirely innocent before leading him away. she knew the club well, the majority of rooms in the back with a bed in for situations like this. lilith had led him to one, using her body to push open the door as she kept her hands on him and then she's pushing him against the door to close it, pulling him down as she leans up to kiss him, firm press of her lips against his )
[ Frankly, he'd been miserable at the function. Some good will type of nonsense to appease someone somewhere. He hadn't bothered to pay attention, because ultimately, it was a human matter between humans and he could be doing far more important things. But there was also the fact that everyone seemed to be giving him pity over a break up that was long since over. They weren't on bad terms, just stop reminding him of it.
He was dying for something to distract him, when Lilith caught his attention. He knew a dress like that screamed danger, much like that of a hornet's stripes. But she was pleasant enough, and the drink just strong enough that he thought it wasn't such a bad idea. Especially when she gave him an excuse to get away from the people.
With a low laugh against her lips, his hands roamed over her until he found a proper grip. A show of strength to lift her up, so she could get her legs around his waist. At least, that was his intent. That was what women enjoyed, he thought. ]
[The world hadn't ended. True, it nearly had several times, but all the attempts had been unrelated acts of divine intervention.
So, ultimately, they had thrown themselves into half-drunk impulsive passion, and they had come out the other side. They could still look at one another across the breakfast table and not melt into piles of shame. They could still stand side-by-side in the line of battle and keep Rome from being completely destroyed. They could scour through the library together with the same easy devotion to finding the next scrap of a clue to their lives.
It's reassuring. It's comforting. It's almost emboldening.
At any rate, it's enough to prompt Horatio to let one hand come to rest against River's waist as he finds her among the stacks, offering up the latest scroll he's got a good feeling about.]
( they'd met so long ago now that it felt close to having almost always known each other, or at least in terms of her human life. but they fit together well, their lines of work, their mutual desires to help those that were in need. and she'd fallen in love again. her angels would have been thrilled for her if they knew, though they'd been called back to heaven several years ago, mrs s. eventually moving forward, initially travelling before settling, moving her life to chicago.
everything had seemed to fall in place, work, friendship and then love. and she was happy, happier than she'd been in years. because of him, this kind, good man whose heart was in the best place. they'd taken it very slow, it taking time for her to feel comfortable.
though this night she'd essentially said fuck it, content and a little giggly after dinner (which was in no part due to the wine she'd had with it), tugging him towards her bedroom, slow, gentle kisses as they went. her dress had been slid off before she'd settled on the bed, slower shedding of his clothes between kisses. it was when his hands had skimmed her back to unhook her bra, fingers brushing over her scars that she almost panics slightly, pulling back from him )
Harry-- Harry, stop.
( once his hands have moved from her she leans back into the bed, hands covering her face for a moment. she doesn't want to lose this moment but-- it had taken her by surprise and even years later she's still not comfortable with her scars, with the inevitable story with them. even if he is more aware of what really happens in the world than most mortals would be )
[ The way they synced was amazing, and Harry had been falling for her, hard, slowly but surely. He had been scared, seeing as all his relationships usually went bad, but he had not been able to stay away, and somehow, they ended up working together a lot, even when he tried to not be there. Fate sometimes said to hell with what you wanted, he knew, and so he stopped fighting. when she pulled him into her bedroom, and their clothing started coming off, he felt like his heart might come out of his chest form sheer happiness and certainty that this was right...
...until it all came crashing to a halt. At her first complaint and movement, he yanks his hands away, eyes leaping to hers and then down as he steps back, concerned, worried, and sure he has somehow fucked this up. ]
( it was just another wednesday. the mission had started as planned but when the weather on the planet had kicked the temperaments of the local population into a frenzy everything had gotten chaotic. weapons had been drawn, they'd had to take cover and it was only after getting to a hiding spot and waiting out the storm had they been able to get the enterprise to beam them back.
their injured had gone straight to sickbay, thankfully nothing serious, and she'd had spock analysing the storm to see just what the hell had happened.
hours later she'd finally gone off duty, a headache starting to press at her, muscles sore from the planet and without any answers yet she was tense. her initial report had been filed hours ago but even in her quarters, lights dim, dress pulled off to sit in just her undershirt and leggings, she was reading over the new data coming in.
until the chime of her door.
it was late, a strange hour for company but it didn't stop a Come in, una looking up from her padd as the doors slid open )
Captain. Doctor. ( one she'd had in her quarters late before but both? ) I'm afraid I don't have anything new from the data.
[ All in all, it wasn't the worst mission they've been in, and definitely not the worst outcome they've had to deal with. It's a shame that they didn't leave on friendlier terms, but patience is a virtue that may pay out in a situation like this.
For now, making sure the away team is fully recovered and the ship is safe is a priority, and after that, analyzing any data they've gathered, reading over all the reports submitted about the mission. Jim's starting to see cross-eyed when Bones shows up, and it doesn't take much for one of them (can't remember who) to suggest they drop by Una's quarters, knowing full well she's burying herself in work during her supposed time out yet again. ]
Ah. No Captain, and I don't want to hear a thing about data. We are all off duty, [ He says, smiling and shooting her a playful wink, as he sets a bottle of scotch on the table in front of her couch, waiting for Bones to set down the three glasses he's got with him. ] Put that away, Una. Think we all deserve a little break right now.
( starfleet finding out about her alien status had been her worst fears aligned, for what they'd do to her, what it meant... to chris, for hiding her even though she'd never told him. but also for what the truth would do to him and what he might think of her.
everything that ended up happening that day had been far from what she'd expected. starfleet had stripped her of her rank and commission as expected, had spent the past few days 'talking' to her... before releasing her. she wasn't imprisoned, she wasn't having further action against her. but she was no longer starfleet. just an alien on earth without a home.
for not being what she'd expected una at least recognised that it could have gone a lot worse. and then it changed again. chris had offered her somewhere to stay, stating that what she was didn't change what he knew: she was a damn fine officer and an even better friend. she'd accepted, stayed with him, learned to take care of his horses whilst he was gone... and had ended up being more. she'd always felt something for him but learning he reciprocated it, loved her and made her feel so loved--
being apart from him whenever he shipped out was hard and she relished every minute of when he was on leave. which made his promotion a blessing even though she knew it would be difficult for him: he was on earth and she knew that being away from the stars was hard, she'd struggled so much with it herself but she'd help him as he helped her. which had been their life for the last year or so.
he'd had to take a shuttle to the space dock, had left two weeks ago as he did every so often, little trips, diplomatic conversations or officers that needed chewing out. she was returning from a hike when she noticed the shuttle leaving, making her walk a little quicker back to the ranch-- )
I thought you weren't back for another two days.
( though this was far from a complaint, she loved when he returned early )
[Pike had some respect for the brass sure, but always thinking they were right was something that he never believed in. Most of the time he thought they were a bunch of shortsighted desk-jockeys with their heads planted so far up their own asses he was surprised they could breathe.
He told them all this, in exactly those terms, when they found out that Una was an Illyrian. He was surprised she didn't hear that particular fight from where ever they had her stashed during her debriefing. Luckily, being Starfleet's head of recruiting had its advantages, namely they'd do anything to shut him up.
So they did. She could stay out of prison, and have something of a life, even if it wasn't exactly what she planned.
The end of his trip was a little down time for the cadets that accompanied him on his recruiting trip, he did not count on having to break up an entire barroom's full of people getting into a fight, nor scraping one Jim Kirk off the floor of said bar room.]
I had to cut the trip short, the cadets did it to themselves.
( the past few days had gone by far too quickly. una was still getting her head around the fact that she'd agreed to dinner (a date, because they do dinner anyway) and it was already here.
she'd arrived still in uniform, her padd in hand, though she does leave it on the nearest surface when she's in his quarters )
Hey.
( una, you do dinner so many times, don't get awkward now )
[Pike couldn't believe the time between the turbolift and their date, went by as quickly as it did either. He did manage to leave the uniform in the closet and dress a little more casual.
The rest of the planning for dinner more complicated that he thought. But by the time Una got to his quarters, he had everything almost done and could actually spend some time with her instead of his dinner.]
Hi.
[She gets a grin, and one of the already poured glasses of wine. Liquid courage might not be a bad idea here.]
( being good and still and letting herself heal over the past few weeks had been difficult but she'd done it, reminded of the pain when she moved more than she was capable of. but it had helped, movements becoming easier, una able to stand up for longer periods of time, able to walk more.
which is why that night she'd insisted on a date. though this time she was cooking for him... or cooking with his assistance, giving him little jobs to help. she'd actually pulled out a dress for the evening, dark blue tunic style to her knees, leaving her hair loose. and other than being more careful still in how she moved she was almost back to her old self. she'd healed nicely.
dinner had been nice, pasta with a mild kick and meatballs, a replicated dessert (those were not her skill) and a little wine. though as the evening had come to a close she wasn't ready for it to end, wanting him this time to stay the night.
she'd carefully slid across his lap, arms around his neck as she'd kissed him deeper. getting back to normal could be fun too )
[When he said he was going to be looking after her while she healed, he wasn't kidding. Over the last few weeks he made sure to deliver breakfast every morning and dinner most nights. Sometimes he stayed when he dropped dinner off, sometimes he didn't.
But tonight was an actual date. Una was wearing a dress, which she looked fantastic wearing. Pike left his uniform in the closet and chose dark pants and a lighter button down shirt. Dinner was good and for the replicator, dessert wasn't bad either.
He was letting her take the lead tonight, figuring she'd be a better judge of what she can and can't do. Now that she was in his lap and kissing him like that, she had his full attention, and he almost forgot she was hurt as badly as she was.]
( it had been a while since eve had really connected with someone. between her adventures with the library, a lot of research and feeling the loss of people she's cared about too often she'd backed away a little.
but he'd gotten under her skin. somehow this starfleet captain she kept running into, and starfleet was something she usually tried to avoid. he'd even ended up helping her slightly on the last artifact retrieval, even if eve had spun some bullshit about the significance of what it was she was recovering.
now he was back. it was eve that had actually contacted him, remembering something he'd said the last time that they'd met a few months ago, wanting to know how much he knew on the subject. and it was clear that he knew far more than she'd expected.
she'd arranged to meet him, had used the back door to go out, talked a little. it was the conversation that had extended the invitation, needing to compare something that he knew against one of the texts she'd been researching with. people never came to the library but this was necessary. so she'd dialed up the back door, had taken his hand and had walked through with him.
it led them into the annex, a small room filled with a couple of desks, many bookshelves and a staircase. though eve's focus was on the double doors leading out into the library proper. her hand was still on his as she led him over, pushing the doors open )
( she just kept running into him. some people would take it as a sign, like that eve shouldn't keep herself distant from the world, that the connections she's been avoiding because she doesn't want to lose them are the ones that she needs. and she had made one with spock, had enjoyed his friendly conversation and quiet manner to him, had ended up making sure to walk nearer to him so that they could talk whenever their respective missions intertwined.
which is what had happened now. except eve's information had been wrong. she hadn't expected it to be the equivalent of winter on the planet, had certainly not come dressed or prepared for such an extreme cold and when the blizzard had started, forcing them into a cave? they'd been separated from the rest of his landing party, had just about managed to find the cave and get each other to it, hand in hand to not lose the other when visibility had been poor.
they'd retreated far enough in that the winds weren't quite so cold, didn't hit them so hard, but now that they'd stopped moving eve couldn't deny that she was cold, that the coat she'd worn for what she'd expected to be autumn was not enough )
Hopefully, the storm doesn't last too long, though I think we'll be here overnight.
( and since it was a cave there were no doors, she couldn't make a cheeky exit back to the annex )
( she pauses for a minute, a quick scan of the room to figure out what fits her wants best. there are a lot of things that she likes but fitting to what she needs right now? )
Table or floor?
( or both. both was a good option. table he could use his mouth and then fuck her, floor she could ride him )
( he considers both options, eyes dark and darting in the dim light until his gaze settles on una once more, wanting. mccoy leans forward toward her; splays a hand on the counter, and turns it to offer her a help up. )
Bar.
( all the better to start with; let her wrap her thighs around his head. )
( when una had mentioned it she hadn't expected him to hold onto the idea. they'd gotten back to earth for some much-needed shore leave, una staying in the officers' rooms near headquarters until he'd sent a message inviting her over. it had been a nice evening, some food, drinks, catching up on their leave so far and getting to know each other better without the duty involved.
they'd been sat outside, it being a warm evening, clear skies where she could see the stars, a beer in her hand that every so often she drank from )
This has been nice. I'm not usually on Earth long enough.
( usually finding some other project or mission to go on during their extended downtime periods )
[ Hot Iowa Summer days haven't quite grown on Jim, but there's definitely something very comforting about being back on the farm after so long away. No doubt that his perspective has changed now, when the place doesn't feel quite like a prison as it once did, and after the sun setting, a comfortable warmth has lingered in the air, making the simple setup he'd put together in the middle of a field, close to a small stream, feel all the more comfortable.
He's enjoying a beer of his own, sitting back against a tree log, a thick blanket to smooth out the few lumps and small rocks on the ground beneath. He's put on a thin plaid shirt over his white tee, but it's so warm out that he doesn't feel any cold whatsoever. ]
You and I both. But I might try to make up for it this time around.
( waking up in a strange location was strange. waking up in bed next to someone you definitely didn't go to sleep next to was stranger. she'd been on shore leave on earth, bunked in the officers' quarters whilst they'd been debriefed about something and going to bed alone. una hadn't woken up alone, though judging by the decoration of the quarters they didn't feel the same either.
she might have punched someone, accusations and defenses quickly flying before they'd recognised her. una didn't know who they were but they knew her... and seemed a little afraid of that (and not in the sense that she was used to).
starfleet security had been called (and medical) though no one wished to answer her questions, una eventually being led across to starfleet medical for more in depth scans. scans that, after arriving there, she refused to have: answer her questions or get captain pike.
they'd ended up calling him, dragging him out of bed and across to medical which relieved her and hopefully would set aside some confusion )
Chris, what the hell is going on?
( though his expression wasn't looking any better )
[Chris has been through a lot of weird shit during his time as a captain. There was the whole mess on Rigel VII, Talos IV, the whole thing that was his first mission as captain, just general strange. He was even used to being woken up in the middle of the night to discuss said weird shit at a meeting with the higher ups. None of that could have prepared him for this. None of it. People were not supposed to come back from the dead.
He saw her through the window first, she looked like Una. The doctor that called him said she was Una and as he walked in the room he couldn't hide the shock on his face. She sounded like Una, but how could that be? She'd been gone for years.
He knows, he remembers that day with astounding clarity. He even learned to tolerate her hot sauce afterward. It made him think about her whenever he saw a bottle and here she was. asking him what the hell was going on.]
I don't...I don't know.
[And he didn't. He swears his throat's as dry as the Mojave, but that doesn't stop him from issuing an order to the rest of the personnel in the room.]
( considering how exhausted she is after the last few days she needs the early night. then again she also needs this (him). what better to help her sleep than some nice attention?
she makes sure she's not in the eye line of the door when she tells him to come in, her tiny shorts and tee combination not exactly starfleet standard pyjamas. but she's found them far more comfortable and lighter... and currently pretty handy for him to shed her of )
[Jim lets himself in with ease, it isn't the first time after all. Dressed in just jeans and a t-shirt himself, he had been on his way to the bar after all, he stops just a couple feet in front of her.]
Well evidently, if you had nothing better going on than sleep when we finally have a night off..
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( river chuckles, breath hot against his thigh as she whispers-- )
But you love it.
( and, though he personally hasn't experienced this before, she would quit if he didn't obey. they've been through this dance before, with both of them being very satisfied by the end of it, though she usually hasn't been patient enough to tease him, instead, giving in to both of their wants and pleasure.
she leans up, kissing down his chest. her hands move to rest on his thighs, keeping her balanced as she moves. this time as river approaches his groin she doesn't move away, though as she presses a kiss to his cock she keeps it light, the touch of her lips barely there.
and then, rather than continue kissing, she moves down the length of him, running her tongue over the head of him )
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He's almost surprised when she kisses his cock, his head immediately snapping up so he could look down and watch. It's one of his -- many -- favorite things, to watch someone take his cock, to be able to make eye contact with them as they engage in such an intimate act. There's a little bit of power there, too, that he loves, but mostly, he just enjoys a pretty face.
He hisses in pleasure and lifts his hips without thinking at the swirl of her tongue. He wants more, but he's not about to ask for it yet. ]
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it's with a tug towards her that river wraps her arms around him, hands resting on his shoulders, her mouth quickly finding his.
the door is still wide open, something she'll worry about later. river's a little drunk (human tolerances), a little wound up from their last battle and that's a frustration that results in shoot something or fuck something. to be honest she'd become quite fond of him and had considered trying to seduce him at some point anyway but this battle had beaten her to her planning )
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The former is no small part of why Horatio had followed River with no protest back to her room. The latter is no small part of why he doesn't jerk back when he finds her arms snaking around him and her lips--
He's thought about this. He can't pretend, in the roiling of his own mind, that he hasn't thought about this. It's just that there had always been a hundred reasons why he ought to just bite down and ignore the impulse--not the least of which had always been his simple inadequacy in the face of this whirlwind of a person.
Clearly she's just drunk. Clearly the polite, gentlemanly thing to do is to carefully disentangle himself and chide her to bed, followed by a lifetime of never mentioning this had happened. He does mean, as his hands lift, to place them gently on her shoulders and push her away.
But they've got minds of their own, apparently, because the next thing he knows his own traitorous hands are curling delicately around River's cheeks so that his lips can press more firmly against hers.]
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vanessa had excused herself momentarily, to breathe and compose, unpinning her hair as she did, before returning to him. her room was not really a comfort, few places to sit other than her bed or a chair.
his presence at least helped. comforted. vanessa hadn't wanted to be alone and he was one of the few she felt secure around here, the one who knew her best.
her arms are wrapped around herself, a small comforting gesture as she steps back in the room towards him )
Can I get you anything?
( though that would mean leaving her room )
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but there was also something else, something that she wasn't entirely certain of, whether it was real or just spawned from her appreciation of her. it was a long time since she'd been flirted with and it was never usually so subtle, with the way quills work being a little more direct. but she'd learned that humans were cautious about this kind of thing and maybe the same thing was true for her.
it's on her mind when they pause from their fight, conversation slowly falling back in place. except she's not quite certain how to address it )
I-- ( oh, fuck it.
quill steps into her, hand moving to the back of her head to tug her down as she leans in to kiss her. direct has always been her style for everything else, why not this? her touch is firm, a certainty to her movements even if she's not certain about the other woman's intentions, hoping for the more positive outcome. and, honestly, their fight had amped her up a little, an extra drive as she kisses her )
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This— oh.
Not unwelcome, but if she had to say it was expected or unsurprising then that would be a lie. Yasha is pulled down, and there part of her that reflexively might brace her hands against Quill's waist and throw her head back, evading some headlock.
She doesn't do that, suffice to say. Her hands do anchor at Quill's waist, tugging her closer reflexively. Familiar, close. A closeness that she does not usually invite, that she trusted in this instance, and that it was a surprise to find welcome. Yasha isn't oblivious to flirtation or attraction, but she's never sought it since her marriage.
(Should she feel guilty? Should she regret?)
Yasha lets her thoughts sink to the back of her mind, shoves them away roughly, as she grasps at Quill's back and leans down into the kiss, biting down on her lip. )
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the next day sees it no longer snowing but there's a good several inches of deep snow outside, it having continued all through the night.
she's got a small blanket tucked around her shoulders, something becoming a familiar sight with the lower temperatures, quill also unfamiliar with and disliking the cold. her coffee sits near, legs stretched along the couch as she reads, having left luke still sleeping )
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Waking up alone can put that thought on your mind pretty easy.
He gets out of bed, takes a moment to get ready for the day before he's off to see where Quill's gotten off to.
When he sees her on the couch, tucked under a blanket, Luke can't help but smile to himself before he comes over. Leaning over the back of the couch, he looks first at what she's reading before he turns his head to give her a quick smile.]
You know, if you'd stayed in bed a bit longer, you'd have kept us both warmer...
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it had gone well, appreciated by all. and then leliana had broken the mood, ravens coming forth with messages, demons appearing in the west, troops struck down.
she'd retreated to her perch, sending the birds back out with more requests, later bringing the news back down to cullen and josephine, forming thoughts between the three of them before taking it further to the inquisitor.
cullen had since retreated for the night, close to falling asleep on josephine's table, the two women continuing for a time until leliana fell silent, lost to her thoughts. it's only with a sigh that she returns, standing from where she'd sat to stretch herself back out, slow steps around the room, training hiding the fact that she's still wearing her armor, steps silent. for all that they've made plans she's still troubled, in need of a distraction from what her mind is still trying to work over )
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Although Leliana is deadly silent, a product of her training, Josephine cannot help but feel her presence in the room. Putting down her quill, she regards the other woman with a mixture of concern and soft affection. )
You should get some rest.
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but she doesn't linger long, speaking first to announce her presence, stepping out of the shadowy corner of the room mid-speech, still across the room from ruby but there )
He should be with you.
( not finishing something at work. lilith didn't understand why she kept her pet, particularly not if he'd happily keep her waiting rather than tending to her )
He's a fool.
( but he was a man )
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when lilith announces her arrival, she startles, fingers tightening around the glass in reflex. ]
He might be a fool, but he’s my fool.
[ she tips the glass back and finishes her drink. ]
He’s just overly attached to his brother.
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she hadn't been seeking him or even this out, and at least there was someone else at the party to keep an eye on her real goal whilst she had some fun. she deserved it after the work she'd been doing rebuilding hell in her designs. it wasn't simple.
she'd approached him with quiet whispers, conversation entirely innocent before leading him away. she knew the club well, the majority of rooms in the back with a bed in for situations like this. lilith had led him to one, using her body to push open the door as she kept her hands on him and then she's pushing him against the door to close it, pulling him down as she leans up to kiss him, firm press of her lips against his )
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He was dying for something to distract him, when Lilith caught his attention. He knew a dress like that screamed danger, much like that of a hornet's stripes. But she was pleasant enough, and the drink just strong enough that he thought it wasn't such a bad idea. Especially when she gave him an excuse to get away from the people.
With a low laugh against her lips, his hands roamed over her until he found a proper grip. A show of strength to lift her up, so she could get her legs around his waist. At least, that was his intent. That was what women enjoyed, he thought. ]
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So, ultimately, they had thrown themselves into half-drunk impulsive passion, and they had come out the other side. They could still look at one another across the breakfast table and not melt into piles of shame. They could still stand side-by-side in the line of battle and keep Rome from being completely destroyed. They could scour through the library together with the same easy devotion to finding the next scrap of a clue to their lives.
It's reassuring. It's comforting. It's almost emboldening.
At any rate, it's enough to prompt Horatio to let one hand come to rest against River's waist as he finds her among the stacks, offering up the latest scroll he's got a good feeling about.]
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everything had seemed to fall in place, work, friendship and then love. and she was happy, happier than she'd been in years. because of him, this kind, good man whose heart was in the best place. they'd taken it very slow, it taking time for her to feel comfortable.
though this night she'd essentially said fuck it, content and a little giggly after dinner (which was in no part due to the wine she'd had with it), tugging him towards her bedroom, slow, gentle kisses as they went. her dress had been slid off before she'd settled on the bed, slower shedding of his clothes between kisses. it was when his hands had skimmed her back to unhook her bra, fingers brushing over her scars that she almost panics slightly, pulling back from him )
Harry-- Harry, stop.
( once his hands have moved from her she leans back into the bed, hands covering her face for a moment. she doesn't want to lose this moment but-- it had taken her by surprise and even years later she's still not comfortable with her scars, with the inevitable story with them. even if he is more aware of what really happens in the world than most mortals would be )
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...until it all came crashing to a halt. At her first complaint and movement, he yanks his hands away, eyes leaping to hers and then down as he steps back, concerned, worried, and sure he has somehow fucked this up. ]
What's wrong? What happened?
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their injured had gone straight to sickbay, thankfully nothing serious, and she'd had spock analysing the storm to see just what the hell had happened.
hours later she'd finally gone off duty, a headache starting to press at her, muscles sore from the planet and without any answers yet she was tense. her initial report had been filed hours ago but even in her quarters, lights dim, dress pulled off to sit in just her undershirt and leggings, she was reading over the new data coming in.
until the chime of her door.
it was late, a strange hour for company but it didn't stop a Come in, una looking up from her padd as the doors slid open )
Captain. Doctor. ( one she'd had in her quarters late before but both? ) I'm afraid I don't have anything new from the data.
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For now, making sure the away team is fully recovered and the ship is safe is a priority, and after that, analyzing any data they've gathered, reading over all the reports submitted about the mission. Jim's starting to see cross-eyed when Bones shows up, and it doesn't take much for one of them (can't remember who) to suggest they drop by Una's quarters, knowing full well she's burying herself in work during her supposed time out yet again. ]
Ah. No Captain, and I don't want to hear a thing about data. We are all off duty, [ He says, smiling and shooting her a playful wink, as he sets a bottle of scotch on the table in front of her couch, waiting for Bones to set down the three glasses he's got with him. ] Put that away, Una. Think we all deserve a little break right now.
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everything that ended up happening that day had been far from what she'd expected. starfleet had stripped her of her rank and commission as expected, had spent the past few days 'talking' to her... before releasing her. she wasn't imprisoned, she wasn't having further action against her. but she was no longer starfleet. just an alien on earth without a home.
for not being what she'd expected una at least recognised that it could have gone a lot worse. and then it changed again. chris had offered her somewhere to stay, stating that what she was didn't change what he knew: she was a damn fine officer and an even better friend. she'd accepted, stayed with him, learned to take care of his horses whilst he was gone... and had ended up being more. she'd always felt something for him but learning he reciprocated it, loved her and made her feel so loved--
being apart from him whenever he shipped out was hard and she relished every minute of when he was on leave. which made his promotion a blessing even though she knew it would be difficult for him: he was on earth and she knew that being away from the stars was hard, she'd struggled so much with it herself but she'd help him as he helped her. which had been their life for the last year or so.
he'd had to take a shuttle to the space dock, had left two weeks ago as he did every so often, little trips, diplomatic conversations or officers that needed chewing out. she was returning from a hike when she noticed the shuttle leaving, making her walk a little quicker back to the ranch-- )
I thought you weren't back for another two days.
( though this was far from a complaint, she loved when he returned early )
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He told them all this, in exactly those terms, when they found out that Una was an Illyrian. He was surprised she didn't hear that particular fight from where ever they had her stashed during her debriefing. Luckily, being Starfleet's head of recruiting had its advantages, namely they'd do anything to shut him up.
So they did. She could stay out of prison, and have something of a life, even if it wasn't exactly what she planned.
The end of his trip was a little down time for the cadets that accompanied him on his recruiting trip, he did not count on having to break up an entire barroom's full of people getting into a fight, nor scraping one Jim Kirk off the floor of said bar room.]
I had to cut the trip short, the cadets did it to themselves.
[But he did wrap her in a hug.]
Missed you.
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she'd arrived still in uniform, her padd in hand, though she does leave it on the nearest surface when she's in his quarters )
Hey.
( una, you do dinner so many times, don't get awkward now )
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The rest of the planning for dinner more complicated that he thought. But by the time Una got to his quarters, he had everything almost done and could actually spend some time with her instead of his dinner.]
Hi.
[She gets a grin, and one of the already poured glasses of wine. Liquid courage might not be a bad idea here.]
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which is why that night she'd insisted on a date. though this time she was cooking for him... or cooking with his assistance, giving him little jobs to help. she'd actually pulled out a dress for the evening, dark blue tunic style to her knees, leaving her hair loose. and other than being more careful still in how she moved she was almost back to her old self. she'd healed nicely.
dinner had been nice, pasta with a mild kick and meatballs, a replicated dessert (those were not her skill) and a little wine. though as the evening had come to a close she wasn't ready for it to end, wanting him this time to stay the night.
she'd carefully slid across his lap, arms around his neck as she'd kissed him deeper. getting back to normal could be fun too )
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But tonight was an actual date. Una was wearing a dress, which she looked fantastic wearing. Pike left his uniform in the closet and chose dark pants and a lighter button down shirt. Dinner was good and for the replicator, dessert wasn't bad either.
He was letting her take the lead tonight, figuring she'd be a better judge of what she can and can't do. Now that she was in his lap and kissing him like that, she had his full attention, and he almost forgot she was hurt as badly as she was.]
You really are feeling better.
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but he'd gotten under her skin. somehow this starfleet captain she kept running into, and starfleet was something she usually tried to avoid. he'd even ended up helping her slightly on the last artifact retrieval, even if eve had spun some bullshit about the significance of what it was she was recovering.
now he was back. it was eve that had actually contacted him, remembering something he'd said the last time that they'd met a few months ago, wanting to know how much he knew on the subject. and it was clear that he knew far more than she'd expected.
she'd arranged to meet him, had used the back door to go out, talked a little. it was the conversation that had extended the invitation, needing to compare something that he knew against one of the texts she'd been researching with. people never came to the library but this was necessary. so she'd dialed up the back door, had taken his hand and had walked through with him.
it led them into the annex, a small room filled with a couple of desks, many bookshelves and a staircase. though eve's focus was on the double doors leading out into the library proper. her hand was still on his as she led him over, pushing the doors open )
Welcome to the Library.
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which is what had happened now. except eve's information had been wrong. she hadn't expected it to be the equivalent of winter on the planet, had certainly not come dressed or prepared for such an extreme cold and when the blizzard had started, forcing them into a cave? they'd been separated from the rest of his landing party, had just about managed to find the cave and get each other to it, hand in hand to not lose the other when visibility had been poor.
they'd retreated far enough in that the winds weren't quite so cold, didn't hit them so hard, but now that they'd stopped moving eve couldn't deny that she was cold, that the coat she'd worn for what she'd expected to be autumn was not enough )
Hopefully, the storm doesn't last too long, though I think we'll be here overnight.
( and since it was a cave there were no doors, she couldn't make a cheeky exit back to the annex )
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( she pauses for a minute, a quick scan of the room to figure out what fits her wants best. there are a lot of things that she likes but fitting to what she needs right now? )
Table or floor?
( or both. both was a good option. table he could use his mouth and then fuck her, floor she could ride him )
Quick. And I want your hands in my hair.
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Bar.
( all the better to start with; let her wrap her thighs around his head. )
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they'd been sat outside, it being a warm evening, clear skies where she could see the stars, a beer in her hand that every so often she drank from )
This has been nice. I'm not usually on Earth long enough.
( usually finding some other project or mission to go on during their extended downtime periods )
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He's enjoying a beer of his own, sitting back against a tree log, a thick blanket to smooth out the few lumps and small rocks on the ground beneath. He's put on a thin plaid shirt over his white tee, but it's so warm out that he doesn't feel any cold whatsoever. ]
You and I both. But I might try to make up for it this time around.
[ Provided he has company, of course. ]
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she might have punched someone, accusations and defenses quickly flying before they'd recognised her. una didn't know who they were but they knew her... and seemed a little afraid of that (and not in the sense that she was used to).
starfleet security had been called (and medical) though no one wished to answer her questions, una eventually being led across to starfleet medical for more in depth scans. scans that, after arriving there, she refused to have: answer her questions or get captain pike.
they'd ended up calling him, dragging him out of bed and across to medical which relieved her and hopefully would set aside some confusion )
Chris, what the hell is going on?
( though his expression wasn't looking any better )
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He saw her through the window first, she looked like Una. The doctor that called him said she was Una and as he walked in the room he couldn't hide the shock on his face. She sounded like Una, but how could that be? She'd been gone for years.
He knows, he remembers that day with astounding clarity. He even learned to tolerate her hot sauce afterward. It made him think about her whenever he saw a bottle and here she was. asking him what the hell was going on.]
I don't...I don't know.
[And he didn't. He swears his throat's as dry as the Mojave, but that doesn't stop him from issuing an order to the rest of the personnel in the room.]
Everyone out.
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she makes sure she's not in the eye line of the door when she tells him to come in, her tiny shorts and tee combination not exactly starfleet standard pyjamas. but she's found them far more comfortable and lighter... and currently pretty handy for him to shed her of )
Doing me a favour?
( oh he definitely is )
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Well evidently, if you had nothing better going on than sleep when we finally have a night off..
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