Kyriakos | Continuations

[hyanaimne]

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[Day 107, evening]

[hyanaimne]

[from here]

[she comes back with not one, but TWO bottles, and sets one on the table near them.

She looks very innocent]

I thought I'd save us a trip.

Re: [Day 107, evening]

[grandstanding]

That's very considerate of you - learning from past mistakes?

Re: [Day 107, evening]

[hyanaimne]

I suppose you could say that.

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[grandstanding]

I'm beginning to doubt your claim that this isn't a contest.

Re: [Day 107, evening]

[hyanaimne]

It is only a contest if you want it to be one.

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[grandstanding]

Hmmm... well. It could be.

Re: [Day 107, evening]

[hyanaimne]

Ohh? You know I would not say no.

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[grandstanding]

I know.

[and those four glasses he's had are already starting to settle in, so why not.]

Since you brought two bottles, we could take one each.

Re: [Day 107, evening]

[hyanaimne]

That could work. [what a great idea Blade now you're thinking like an alcoholic]

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[grandstanding]

[easy to do when one's already tipsy.]

Makes things a bit simpler from the outset.

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[hyanaimne]

A bit, yes. Shall we find somewhere to sit and do this, then?

. . . and perhaps acquire a bottle or two more? Since this is a bit weaker than the usual.

Re: [Day 107, evening]

[grandstanding]

It is, but I don't think we should stock up just yet. We wouldn't want to give the children the wrong idea.

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[hyanaimne]

You mean we haven't already?

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[grandstanding]

Well, then we should leave some for them.

[RELOCATING. to an out of the way table, with their wine.]

Re: [Day 107, evening]

[hyanaimne]

I suppose.

[she'll sit next to him, for once, rather than across]

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[grandstanding]

It's the decent thing to do.

[he says, like there isn't an impossible amount of bottles there that they wouldn't run out of anyway. he cracks open his bottle.]

Re: [Day 107, evening]

[hyanaimne]

Are you forgetting I'm not a decent person?

[she opens hers as well, humming with amusement] Perhaps you can teach me that while I teach you self-esteem.

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[grandstanding]

I don't think I'm the man for that.

[pouring himself a glass, and getting right into it.]

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[hyanaimne]

And I'm not one for self-esteem, and yet.

[wasting no time, huh. Well she's quick to catch up]

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[grandstanding]

Decency is a bit different.

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[hyanaimne]

Do tell.

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[grandstanding]

Decency involves other people, whereas self-esteem... that's mainly yourself.

[Day 147, noon: nsfw and all]

[hyanaimne]

[from here]

[it's likely! And there's always the bingo games, too.

She grins against his neck when he tugs on her shirt, and she finishes dropping kisses until she reaches the collar of his. There's mischief across their shared bond as she draws back - reluctantly, and that comes across too - before she raises an eyebrow, trying to keep an even expression]

Equal trade? I suppose for once, I can agree to that.

[and usually, she'd probably tease him about it, too - she's wearing the shirt to the summer uniform underneath this one, but -

She reaches down and pulls both off, without any shame whatsoever. No shame despite her not wearing anything underneath those shirts. Most of her scars he's seen, but standing out is a brand-like scar on her shoulder, and a puncture-like scar on the opposite shoulder, fresher than most of the others.

She drops them on the floor, then turns to raise both eyebrows as if to say, "It's your turn". And she is way too amused for her own good]

[redatheart]

[So, uh, yeah, there's a pulse of arousal when the shirts come off and there's nothing underneath. He'd taken his hand away to let her remove them, but just for a moment, he reaches back out, stroking the fingers of one hand down her side. Just to feel skin, and because he can. (Aaand that action causes another pulse, along with a sense of affection and satisfaction.)

But, right, his turn. He's smiling at her as he lean back a little, fingers going to the buttons of his shirt so he can remove it. He doesn't hurry, or fumble, but he's not slow about it either.

And halfway through doing that, he starts multi-tasking by leaning forward and kissing her.]

[hyanaimne]

[there is definitely a spark of arousal when he does that, and she almost - almost - grabs his hand to keep it there, but no he has to take his shirt off as well. Equal trade and all.

She meets him for the kiss eagerly, warmth and attraction drowning out any other emotions she may have been sharing. She has to stop herself from reaching down to help, as tempting as it, and instead reaches up to bury her hands in his hair again]