[not!oom; halloween 2010; carl & trudy; trudy's room upstairs]

[one_man_army]

Carl's got both hands free as he and Trudy make their way upstairs -- Bar 'helpfully' gave them a napkin telling them not to bother with the bottle of scotch or the glasses because she'd have them upstairs waiting -- and he's actually rather grateful for this small detail when they reach the door that will lead them to room 165

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[hallelujahpilot]

"It's that awesome self-restraint of yours," she says with a grin, ignoring the brief shiver she feels at the touch of him. She unlocks the door easily enough, and steps out of his hands long enough to move into the room, and push him back against the now closed door.

She can kiss him and lock the door at the same time.

[one_man_army]

It's amazing how well a thoroughly trained Marine (or Delta operator) can multitask, especially given the way Carl's arms wrap back around her waist and pull her close as she locks the door.

(And kisses the hell out of him.)

[hallelujahpilot]

Without stepping back, she tosses the key onto the stand next to the door and puts her hand against his chest.

Oh, yes. His costume has far more advantages than hers. Sans shirt, there is nothing to stop her hands from roaming against his skin.

"Mm, can you undo the buckles on the back?" Trudy asks against his mouth. "Need to get this damn ammo-rig off."

[one_man_army]

"Need to get more'n the ammo-rig off."

He reluctantly (but yet, not reluctantly at all) slides his hands up her back to the buckles on the straps that criss-cross between her shoulder blades. Each buckle requires the use of two hands to undo, so his weight is braced against the door for balance.

"She give you workin' pieces, at least?"