suicidemission | OPEN RP

She wears a dress and Chuck stares, because he's never seen her in anything but her PPDC uniform and her bare legs are the prettiest he's ever seen and she's lithe and light and yet he knows she's still incredibly deadly and it's just --

Such a turn on.

He manages himself though and he nods, shifting on his feet and passes her the bottle of wine to carry while he kicks himself in the ass for not doing something like this sooner.

Or he kicks himself for doing it, period. He's not sure how he's feeling right now, only that he's conflicted and feeling weird and the sight of Mako in a dress has a whole lot of things stirring inside of him right now.

It's a victory to realise that she's reduced him to speechlessness simply by showing up in a skirt, a victory that leaves a sweet taste in her mouth, surprisingly. She takes the bottle and follows him with a smile playing at the corners of her lips, to wherever he's chosen to lay down the blanket.

She notices the basket full of food - and likely supplies, Chuck likes to be prepared as much as she does - and the blanket in his arms, and decides on what she does next out of the blue. Hurrying up, she ends up walking by his side, reaching out to take the blanket out of his hand and leave it free.

It gets shifted over the arm carrying the bottle of wine, and with her free hand, she hooks her pinky finger through his. Shy.

he'd picked the tree out ahead of time, came out here and sort of scoped it out, checked to make sure it wasn't pine and wasn't gonna drip sap or have a bird shit all over their head. He's heading toward it when she comes up with him, takes the blanket then hooks their fingers in a fluid movement.

He looks over at her, cheeks starting to stain red and he opens his mouth to mayeb say something, anything, but nothing comes out.

He figures maybe that's better, and his jaw snaps shut, but there's the brieftst hint of a smile on his face.

She can almost picture Raleigh giving them both a hysterically amused look and call it the cutest shit since My Little Pony, right there. But one by one she laces every finger together with his, until it's not awkward but two people walking together towards a tree.

"It's nice out." They've been quiet a really long time.

"Yeah."

He flicks his eyes up, looks at the sky and sort of grins.

"Was hoping it wouldn't rain. Woulda been a downer, yeah?"

Or a drowner, she thinks, but doesn't say. He really needs to hold those grins in check, or she's going to have to be blushing, flustered and not knowing why, this whole picnic. "Let's set up?"

Chuck nods and lets go of her, setting all the crap he's carrying down in favor of helping to spread the blanket.

This is the most ridiculous thing he's done but -- it's nice, even if it's a little bit awkward.

She sets down the wine bottle, and helps him out with the rest. The blanket, the bugspray, everything - "You're more prepared for this than a Boy Scout, Chuck."

"Well..."

He smiles sheepishly.

"Military training, I guess. Ready for everything."

"I don't remember training including picnics, and we went to the Academy together." She smiles at him, and takes her shoes off before getting on the blanket and sitting down.

"You skipped those classes, I remember."

He flops down, tugging his boots off and stretching back on the blanket, tipping his face up to the sky.

"'S what you get for bein' lazy."

She lets out a laugh, pulling the basket onto the blanket with them and letting him have his well-deserved rest and whine. Chuck'll do what Chuck'll do, after all. "I resent that."

Oh, he's brought fruit, that's lovely. She finds the raspberries in a small box, and takes that out.

"Don't doze off yet, you have to open the bottle."

"Mmm. Hand it here, then."

So he can open it, then maybe doze...

If she lets him.

She will, if he lets her doze off with her head on his chest, because that might become a possible thing. It's not them - no, wrong; it's not typical of the people they were before the world went back to 'normal', but who's to say it's not them? His chest always beckons.

Except in this case. After she hands him the bottle, she directs her attention to the raspberries, opening the box and putting one on each fingertip of one hand. Childish, yes, and also cute and whimsical, and who's to say it can't be her? She's wearing a dress and is on an actual picnic, she can eat raspberries off her fingers like this.

He pops the bottle open with little effort and is about to pour them each a glass when his attention is refocused on Mako and that --

Fuck, that's the cutest goddamn thing he's ever seen anyone do in his life.

"Can I have one?"

She could offer him the box, easily. She could reach into it and pick a raspberry and give feed it to him. Or she could do what she does instead.

She holds her hand out, fingertips still wrapped in fruit, a wave of something sweeping through her.

"You can."

He grins, and leans in to very carefully take her hand with his to steady it, head dipping to carefully pull one of the berries off of her finger with his lips and tongue.

And he lingers, licking to juice off, sliding his tongue over her skin.

She should've expected that. She expects the arousal that sweeps her up, welcomes it like an old familiar friend. His tongue on her fingertips, his tongue on the inside of her palm.

"You can have all of them." There's a hint there: take them.

He smirks up at her then looks back down and scoots closer to her, moving on to the second finger, this time moving slower, a little more erotically. His cock is twitching in his pants, threatening to harden right here in public but he doesn't care.

He's more interested in the sticky sweet juice running down her hand and lapping it up and the way the berries taste in conjunction with her skin.

There's barely anyone in this corner of the park but them, no-one to see the telling signs of arousal but Mako. And she sees them, and feels them mirrored in herself, unconsciously leaning forward, towards him. Her free hand pressed against the ground on top of the blanket, the box of fruit left forgotten next to them.

She's holding her breath, until he laps at her fingers again, and then it's expelled in a shuddery sigh, her teeth pulling at her lower lip.

He moves even closer, tightens his grip on her hand and goes for the third berry, sucking the length of her finger into his mouth and drawing back up slowly, carefully, sensually.

Chuck can tell she's leaning forward too, and he's got a free hand there and he reaches for her, gently moving to pull her into his lap.

She does it as if with practiced ease. Straddles him and settles down into his lap, her skirt falling in a circle around them. By the time his finger reaches the berry, she's grinding down against him, the seam of his jeans pressed against her covered slit tight.

One more to go.

He's hard as a rock by now, breath coming in staccato like pants, uneven and labored. He's going for that last berry though, wanting that last taste of something sweet, of juice and skin and Mako.

She notices, it would be impossible not to notice, not to feel it hard against her covered sex. Her finger hooks his mouth at the last minute, squashing the berry against the back of his teeth and tugging him closer. Hand sticky from the fruit and all, she grabs his chin with it, and leans down to kiss him, hard and breathless and fast.

He kisses her back with equal ferver, crushing her against him as he kisses the breath from her lips.

He's kind of grinding up against her too, hips pressing against her, a low rumble echoing from his chest.

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