( Jesse don't tempt her when they're trying to moonlace you're gonna get a nasty shock somewhere you really don't want it. Survival was part of their training— Jesse's more than hers, before, and now she took the brunt of it in her new line of work. They're a good team as they get everything laid out about the fire and hung up as best they can, some little privacy screen of armor and clothing at the entrance to protect the fire from any gusts of wind while they huddle behind it and work at getting comfortable.
Angela's equally not shy in letting her eyes fall to him— she takes in every inch he bares to her, the layer wrapped about his middle that had never been there before but still with the definition of muscle beneath it, no less powerful than he'd ever been before, time and tide taking their toll on him. He has some new scars. That arm was the elephant in the cave, to be sure, but here's what it boils down to:
He isn't hurt. It isn't hurting him or malfunctioning. And he's clearly used to it. In the grand scheme of things, if he isn't ready to discuss it with her, she isn't going to pry overmuch.
Her weight digs into her one heel as she shifts her hips up off the floor of the cave and wiggles the bodysuit down further, past one hip and then trying the other, but she's struggling. The wetness sticking to her and her inability to use her other foot for leverage is hindering her. )
Care to help?
( She's waving a hand toward the other hip she's trying to get the suit off of, even as he lights his cigar and sets about adjusting everything they've laid out to dry, running a hand over one of her wings before moving back to join her. She's not making a face (just yet) at the smoke. )
More amazing still the ways they do. How have you been, Jesse? I'm sorry I never found a way to contact you.
( However they get the suit off, it retains its half-hollow shape to air out and can be laid out beside her to dry, and she'll be resting her head on his shoulder once he's settled back down. He's warmer, after all. )
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Jesse don't tempt her when they're trying to moonlace you're gonna get a nasty shock somewhere you really don't want it.Survival was part of their training— Jesse's more than hers, before, and now she took the brunt of it in her new line of work. They're a good team as they get everything laid out about the fire and hung up as best they can, some little privacy screen of armor and clothing at the entrance to protect the fire from any gusts of wind while they huddle behind it and work at getting comfortable.Angela's equally not shy in letting her eyes fall to him— she takes in every inch he bares to her, the layer wrapped about his middle that had never been there before but still with the definition of muscle beneath it, no less powerful than he'd ever been before, time and tide taking their toll on him. He has some new scars. That arm was the elephant in the cave, to be sure, but here's what it boils down to:
He isn't hurt. It isn't hurting him or malfunctioning. And he's clearly used to it. In the grand scheme of things, if he isn't ready to discuss it with her, she isn't going to pry overmuch.
Her weight digs into her one heel as she shifts her hips up off the floor of the cave and wiggles the bodysuit down further, past one hip and then trying the other, but she's struggling. The wetness sticking to her and her inability to use her other foot for leverage is hindering her. )
Care to help?
( She's waving a hand toward the other hip she's trying to get the suit off of, even as he lights his cigar and sets about adjusting everything they've laid out to dry, running a hand over one of her wings before moving back to join her. She's not making a face (just yet) at the smoke. )
More amazing still the ways they do. How have you been, Jesse? I'm sorry I never found a way to contact you.
( However they get the suit off, it retains its half-hollow shape to air out and can be laid out beside her to dry, and she'll be resting her head on his shoulder once he's settled back down. He's warmer, after all. )