project thingy

[withoutincident]

General next step threads happen here.

Out-of-journal: Chainsaw has lots o f sex.

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[funsizehercules]

Shortly after this, Adiva returns to her room. Aaron's room. Thing.

Calling it "their room" seems weirdly over-committed, and the fact that it can seem over-committed is also weird considering that he rescued her from a secure facility in another universe, but whatever.

[nneverwas]

Aaron has been spending more and more time split lately. He's not sure why.

At the moment, however, he's curled up in bed on his lonesome. His there's-only-one-of-me-right-now lonesome.

The lamp on the night-table is on and he has a copy of King Lear and a look of contentment.

[funsizehercules]

She gives a cursory knock before opening the door and coming in.

Sappy as it may be, her expression softens when she sees him.

"Hey, you."

[nneverwas]

"Hey, you."

He bookmarks the book, closes it, and tosses it on the nightstand.

Then, opening his arms with a smile, "Where's my hug?"

[funsizehercules]

That's really all the prompting she needs to toe off her shoes, come to the bed, clamber up, and wrap herself around him. She puts one arm around his chest and brings the other hand up to his face for a warm kiss.

[nneverwas]

Aaron closes his eyes and relaxes completely. One arm curls loosely around her waist; the other hand mirrors hers, resting on her cheek, fingertips brushing her ear and the side of her neck.

[funsizehercules]

Her thumb strokes along his cheek as she deepens the kiss slightly, parting her lips.

[nneverwas]

Here's the thing about Aaron: he never deals with the world on just one level. There's the action, and the thought about the action, and the thought about the thought. He has three coherent threads of attention running in his brain, and he makes use of all of them.

He's also a nineteen-year-old boy.

In this moment, the entire scope of all his parallel processing is contained in that single point of contact.

[funsizehercules]

Eventually, she breaks the kiss to take off her glasses -- they only get in the way -- and readjust her position, half-sitting up to lean over him.

"Talked to Chainsaw." She runs her fingers over his wrist, then laces them with his. "I feel like I owe you an apology."

[nneverwas]

Aaron cocks his head questioningly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"An apology? For what?"

[funsizehercules]

"How bad you got beat up."

She cups his face again, gives him another, lighter kiss.

"He's my Chainsaw," she adds, rueful. "I feel responsible."

[nneverwas]

"You're not responsible for him," says Aaron, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Apology accepted, but just so's you know I think you're being a nut. He ain't your fault."

[funsizehercules]

"I'm responsible enough that it's my job to track him down and talk to him."

A kiss to the corner of his jaw.

[nneverwas]

"Different kind of responsi--mm."

Where was he again?

[funsizehercules]

He waaaaaas kissing her?

:D?

[nneverwas]

:D!

Lots of :D.

Lots of :D.

Um.

In Aaron's pants.