RP > nostalgia strikes again

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ It is a relatively quiet day in the apartment of one Saga Laskaris- unless you were to wander into the kitchen. Then you would find all manner of things happening, dishes heaped up everywhere, and some very tantalizing smells coming from the sizzling skillets on the stove top. In the middle of it is Alabaster, in a simple t-shirt and jeans (and no shoes. Just socks), bustling back and forth, metallic arms zipping everywhere. ]

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[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ he'll bend down a little for her, but this would be nicer if we relocated to the couch or something ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ pausing for a breath, but not exactly wanting to move away ] We should move...

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

To-?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... Anywhere. Except the table.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

The table somehow wasn't even on the list. [ quirks an eyebrow ] Couch?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she's a little preoccupied with nuzzling his neck, but she'll make a small sound of assent ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ and he's trying not to be too preoccupied by that- guiding her to the couch then ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Alabaster, I... [ she's making an effort here, even if she's moving along with him ] I'm so sorry...

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Don't. It's- [ and he kisses her again, gently ] It's not your fault.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

I didn't want-- [ okay, that kiss is not making thinking an easy thing ] I didn't want to get you involved at all...

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ the fact that he's combing his fingers through her hair probably isn't either ] It was my choice. Whatever happens, I don't blame you.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ no, it isn't, but she's (barely) exercising enough self-control to meet his eyes and hold them. ] ... There's no room for regrets. You know that, right?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I know, Saga. Believe me, I know.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Good. [ it's her turn to kiss him gently this time ] Then we're on the same page.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ just sliding an arm around her waist to pull her close and going in for another, longer kiss ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ not even bothering to argue with herself for this one, as she's letting herself be pulled against him and resting her hands on his shoulders to get her balance before she kisses him back ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ he knows he should probably fight this, but it's getting harder to do. And this is quite nice-- ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ yes. yes it is. And she may be attempting to get his jacket off. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ and he might be letting her ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ damn the need to breathe-- but hey, the jacket is going ] How were you not hot in that...?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ ... an odd question. He shrugs ] I'm used to it.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

I think there's a lot you're used to. [ hello shirt. She'll be moving the hem up just enough to inch her fingers up to his stomach ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ well hello fingers. That was totally not a surprised gasp, not at all ] There's a lot I'm not used to as well.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ sure it wasn't, and this totally isn't a mischievous grin as she starts lightly tracing muscles with her nails ] You're adjusting pretty well, though.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I've always been adaptable... [ brushing her hair aside and going for the neck, trailing kisses down to her collar ]