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[suicidemission]


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[suicidemission]

He's surprised into silence, and he tries to look down at her but she does a pretty good job of hiding her face. He lifts a hand, threads fingers through her hair and smirks.

"No? What're you sayin', then?"

[dorothied]

Her shoulders a little more tense than they should be, for having his fingers running through her hair and all. She waits for a few seconds to answer, because she can't figure the answer out, mostly.

"Whatever doesn't sound like that awkward proposal."

[suicidemission]

"Mmm. Yeah, suppose when you do ask me to marry you, it oughtta be a bit more romantic."

Innocent face.

[dorothied]

So maybe her stomach flutters and drops at that joke, and maybe it's what gets her to pull back to look up at him, surprise written on her face, expression wide and strangely innocent.

But then she makes the connection that it has to be a joke, and hopes he can't feel her pulse against his chest from the way they're standing. Racing.

"I guess you'll want a big diamond ring and all."

[suicidemission]

He carefully reaches up and cups her face, thumb stroking over her skin, eyes a little too intense for what's supposedly a 'joke'.

"Mhm. Nice 'n gaudy."

[dorothied]

Her heart's currently trying to beat its way straight out of her chest, and she is dizzy - swaying lightly on her feet, but kept steady by his thumb on her cheek, anchoring there.

"From a pawn shop - I'm a poor war veteran, you know."

[suicidemission]

"Well." He pulls her in and brushes his lips over hers, a light, chaste kiss that has a bit of heat behind it.

"Suppose that'd be alright."

[dorothied]

Oh, that's - a very nice kiss. She leans into it, into him, her fingers curling into the inside of her hands in very loose-held fists laid against his chest. It's over before it begins, and it makes her feel oddly shy. They've done some not very chaste things together, but this whole interraction feels very innocent.

One thing neither of them are, she supposes. Not anymore, anyway. "I'll get down on one knee to compensate."

[suicidemission]

"That's acceptable."

He smiles at her, fingers warm against hers and -- yeah. This is...oddly innocent, very sweet. It feels strange to be so affectionate.

[dorothied]

Maybe that's why she asks what she asks next with no pretense for it turning into something more - an innocent offer to beat down restlessness and insomnia.

"Do you - would you come to my room?"

[suicidemission]

There's really no hesitation when he answers.

"Yeah, course."

They aren't exactly a secret. He supposed they were all booked a suite but given separate rooms for pretenses but.

Whatever. Chuck could care less what people think of him. He's finding the only person whose opinion he cares about is right in front of him.

[dorothied]

She nods in response, and slides her hand down until it's folded into his palm.

"Leave the coffee." And leads him to her room, quiet as thieves.

[suicidemission]

Fuck the coffee. It's set down and completely ignored, and he lets her lead him straight back to her room.

Coffee is of no importance when he can be all tangled up in Mako.

[dorothied]

The room looks barely used, save for the bed - which has been used mainly as a place to toss and turn into the first half of the night. She smooths out the sheets a little, feeling slightly self-conscious about it, of all things.

[suicidemission]

He feels a little like that too, but he sits on the bed anyway - after she smooths it, effectively wrinkling it up again - before rolling onto his side and gesturing for her to join him.

[dorothied]

It's fine, he can wrinkle as much of her bedsheets as he wants, she doesn't care if he does. She climbs in after him, pulling the covers over both of them, and curling against his side.

"You could've come in earlier."