Reverse Jake: > Pounce boyfriend.

[fightingcargos]

[You never thought you would be the kind of fella who would stand idly by while someone beat the crap out of your heart's darling. Turns out, you're not! You're the kind of fella who beats the crap out of said darling himself.]

[You leap into Dirk's personal space, guns ablaze, and attempt to make up for his superior speed with your superior firepower.]

Take THAT you studmuffin!!

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[sickheartbeats]

Ticklish?

[You know that's not it, but you're willing to give him an out. Nevermind that you're not taking your mouth off of his jugular to do so.]

[fightingcargos]

Haha there isnt really a right answer to that question is there?
Its more than i am really fucking relieved though.

[sickheartbeats]

You, Mister, worry too much.

[fightingcargos]

What!!
No i dont. I mean maybe i do but only about this.

[sickheartbeats]

"Only" about this.

[fightingcargos]

Why are you talking about this shirtless!!
I cant adequately participate in this hogwash analysis when you are shirtless.

[sickheartbeats]

How intent on pursuing it are you really right now?

[fightingcargos]

[You bring your hands lower, fingers at the small of his back, encircling him.]

Not even a little my man.

[sickheartbeats]

[You lean into his grasp, properly straightening your back for once.]

Any other plans?

[fightingcargos]

Oh.
...Well i would like to kiss you a whole bunch if that could be on the itinerary.

[sickheartbeats]

I'm going to have to check my schedule.

[You actually pick up your shades and slide them on to mock-check, face illuminated by the monitor function.]

[fightingcargos]

[You laugh into his neck, feeling stupid with a side of happy.]

[sickheartbeats]

If I put you soonest it might end up overlapping with the daily ablution. . .

[You're worlds away from sounding reluctant despite your charades, arm sneaking about your boyfriend's waist and hooking a finger into his belt loop.]

[fightingcargos]

Oh my.
Far be it for me to come between a man and his shower.

[sickheartbeats]

You might just have to.
I'm a double-timing jackass, after all.

[fightingcargos]

Gosh.
Ill just have to win you over to my side completely then!
Are you ready for some of the most intense wooing of your life dirk strider??

[sickheartbeats]

If I were ready, wouldn't it defeat your purposes?

[fightingcargos]

No because you will only THINK you are ready.
The iciest of queens fall before the smooches and hugs of jake english!!
Okay here i go!!!

[You kiss him on the lips.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You all but laugh into his mouth because he is ridiculous and funny anyway and you would do a whole world of things for him, and that gives you confidence. Confidence that it's not just makeouts and banter tying you two together with that new shiny bond lacing over the old and trusty one.

All that would never stop you from trying to outdo him, however, so you pull him close with steadfast hands and a swipe of tongue.]

[fightingcargos]

[You receive his tongue with aplomb, opening your mouth to play with his bottom lip. You bring in the cavalry--your hands--and run your fingers down the length of his spine with a light pressure just this side of tickling, coming to rest with your palms on his hips.]

[sickheartbeats]

[Humming in approval, you lean and arch with the course of his hands, your own currently mapping out his shoulderblades and ghosting just past the bandaid you personally applied. He's very warm, warmer than you, which is normal, and you press yourself close until the heat seeps just under your skin, which is becoming a thing of almost normalcy.]

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Continue melting your Ice Queen.

[Heheheheh.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You can tell he's being a dork about his own thought processes, but continue to leech on his body heat undeterred. It's not like you mind.]

[fightingcargos]

[You slide your mouth open against his and flick your tongue into his mouth, savoring how you are melting together. Your fingers flex at his sides, eager to move and map the rest of him but also enjoying anchoring his hips against you.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You let him push you into the sort of sensitivity where you're EQUALLY AWARE of every square inch of oxygen between you and all the places where your skin is brushing, covered or not. It still almost freaks you out when you linger on it, but you've improved, pushing each other to be better for each other.

When his tongue slides past your teeth you angle your head and curl your tongue alongside it, focus shifting away from kissing his lips.]