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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Martin barely notices any of it. There's a big clock, the roof is curved, it's a bit messy. In a vague sort of way, he notes the model aeroplanes and photographs, but most of the attention his brain is capable of keeps pointing out to him that he's in Kaidy's bedroom, and he loses any train of thought he might be on.

Everything blurs into insignificance given that Kaidy has just dragged him into her bedroom. It's clearly her bedroom. There's a bed and everything.

He hears the door click as she locks it, and turns back to look at her. His cheeks are flushed, but mostly from the rushing over here and alright, yes, partly due to the excitement of finding himself in this situation. She probably can't tell the difference. He mostly hopes that she can't tell. Except that he also sort of hopes that she can.

Martin is balancing very carefully on the line between 'oh my god what am I doing, this is going to be terrible' and 'oh my god, this is amazing, more of this now please'.

His smile is a mixture of all sorts of emotions, worry and shock and pleasure bundled up together. Mostly it's a good kind of shock.

"It, er-. It looks alright to me." He says, slightly hesitantly.

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"Well, I'm glad to have your approval, Captain."

She smiles back at him, her eyes dancing as she squeezes his hand again in what she hopes is a universally reassuring gesture. She's not entirely sure of what to make of that look on his face, honestly, but she's made a career out of 'where angels fear to tread' and it's far too late to change her ways now. Oh well, if nothing else then going slow will be an interesting new experience.

"It's all right," she adds more gently, reaching up to frame his cheek with her free hand and give him a brief, light kiss. "Now, about that nice suit of yours..."

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That's not what he meant, but he's fairly sure she knows that and is just teasing him.

The kiss may only be light, but it brings him back down from the heights of panic to which he had been climbing. Yes, he is worried, but no he certainly does not want to wreck things with Kaidy, and more importantly he does not want to lose this chance. He breathes carefully and steadily.

Kaidy might have to take the lead on this one, but he's more than willing to be her co-pilot at this stage.

Martin looks down at himself. He'd rather forgotten that he was in his uniform. He smiles at her.

"What about my suit?" He asks, voice unwavering, but cheeks still pink.

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She grins at him wickedly, taking his hat off her head and tossing it neatly onto her desk. There really are few things she likes more than making a mess of a man in a really nice suit...

"Well, fond as I am of it, I really could stand to see you in a little less of it," she tells him, and leans in to kiss him again as her hands reach to loosen his tie.

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Martin instantly flushes, as he's almost certain was Kaidy's intention. He's also inclined towards stuttering even in his own head, so his thoughts scramble a little.

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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A-hah. It really is considerably harder to undo a tie when you can't see what you're doing (and are distracted by kissing someone attractive), but she's finally got the knot to slip free and now Martin's tie is hanging loose around his neck.

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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Martin, working from experience, knows that it really is a much better idea to do what Kaidy tells you than not. He nods, smiles and leans in to kiss her again.

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.]