Captain Katherine Douglas (
can_finish_them) wrote2013-10-04 11:50 pm
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Outside Milliways
It's a nice day outside, sunny and still but not too warm, and Kaidy has had a long and busy (though not entirely unproductive) week, so she's doing something she always finds calming: she has targets set up on the lawn outside the bar and is practising with her handgun.
She's not a bad shot but it doesn't come naturally to her, which means she has to concentrate. It used to frustrate her that not everything came easily, but these days - now that she's got the knack - she actually quite enjoys having to concentrate on something in order to get it right. It's an opportunity not to think, and the mechanical repetition - load, lift, aim, pause, fire - is oddly soothing.
So she's smiling to herself faintly, as the bullets march closer and closer to the bullseye.
She's not a bad shot but it doesn't come naturally to her, which means she has to concentrate. It used to frustrate her that not everything came easily, but these days - now that she's got the knack - she actually quite enjoys having to concentrate on something in order to get it right. It's an opportunity not to think, and the mechanical repetition - load, lift, aim, pause, fire - is oddly soothing.
So she's smiling to herself faintly, as the bullets march closer and closer to the bullseye.
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Even so, he's hardly going to stop her, and well, he is getting rather warm...
He presses into the kiss with no hesitation at all, and makes affirmative sounding noises. His hands gravitate to her waist again, thumbs smoothing circles across the fabric of her tank top.
After a moment or two (or it might have been much longer, he's lost all sense of timing right now) he pulls out of the kiss just slightly.
"In case you didn't, um, realise. I'm, er- I like this plan. Um. Yes." He's torn between embarrassment at his terrible ability to form words, and being pleased that he managed to get any words out at all.
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When he breaks the kiss to speak, his words make her laugh under her breath.
"Good," she says, pressing another light, fluttering kiss to his lips as she tugs playfully at the top button of his shirt; no intent just yet, only toying with it, testing the waters. "Then enjoy it, Red."
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The awkwardness will certainly surface again when things like buttons and shoelaces become an issue, but for the moment Martin is mostly calm and definitely enjoying himself. (And anyway, everyone fails at shoelaces. And buttons are hard when you're not entirely paying attention.)
[OOC: And there we fade to black for the sake of my sanity. Because I am lame.]