Outside Milliways

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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.

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"Yessir."

Honestly, right now she barely even cares if they get to the shower, so long as she gets him; it seemed like a good idea at the time but has been over-ridden by all those ridiculous, wonderful kisses.

"God," she says; her lips cling to his, just far enough apart to breathe, close enough that she can still almost taste him, still wants to taste him. "You have the most amazing mouth, I can't - mmm, yes -"

They need to move but she doesn't want to move away from him; finally she slides backwards off the bed, carefully pulling him along with her.

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Oh now that is just unfair.

He can't help that he reacts to the 'Sir', it's built in. He can't help the flash of it across his brain, the hitch in his breath, or the slight reflex tightening of his grip for a second. He's not sure how noticeable it might be, but he's sort of stuck.

She kisses him again and he's drowning in them, drowning too in her words, spilling out of her lips to fall straight into his. So many in such a short time, he hardly has time to breath, no wonder he's gasping all over the place. Or something.

She tugs him by the hand and he follows off the bed, definitely not tripping over bedsheets at all, and he certainly isn't having issues walking. Difficulty or not, right now he'd follow her just about anywhere she wanted to lead him.

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Kaidy gasps out a laugh; it's not at him, not this time: it's pure breathless enjoyment. She knew early on that she was going to enjoy him - and oh, God, she was right.

She takes one, two, three slow steps backwards towards the door, drawing him unsteadily with her. She has to pause to grope behind herself for the door handle; his hips bump against hers just so, and the nerve endings it sparks off make her hiss and swear and cling to him.

"Oh, God," she breathes, and laughs, and kisses him hard. "Told you I love short men."

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As they half-fall through the doorway into the bathroom, more touching than not, Martin concedes that maybe there is something to be said for him being almost the same height as Kaidy after all.

In an almost unprecedented moment of smoothness, Martin manages to kick the door shut behind them. He doesn't bother letting go of Kaidy for long enough to actually lock it, but he's a little too preoccupied to care.


[OOC: Aaaand fade to black.]