Date: 2015-02-04 03:46 pm (UTC)
gunslingerqueen: (Don't tell)
In her room everything was arranged just so. She knew where to put her clothes, her guns, everything for her hair (including an obnoxious collection of ribbons) but she did not know what the hell to do here. This was the problem with coming into someone else's space, it was difficult to feel like anything but some foreign invasion. By the time he returned she had mostly shaken off the feeling and was instead focused on getting as many flowers out of her hair as possible. Eunyce really went overboard with it.

She had enough time to raise a brow at him before, well, they kissed, and the first time wasn't some freak accident - It still felt good, and even worse than that it felt natural for her. Rather than think about if that had anything to do with him or not she answered his demand with her own, both arms finding their way around his neck, secure but loose at once. There was a relieved, blatantly desiring moan to go along with his touch but otherwise she got the message loud and clear. No more talking about serious bullshit, and that was just fine with her.

"A decent enough start," Because a half hour wasn't very long to her but, then, after three months nothing was going to feel long, except more talking that might feel like a lifetime. She shut them both up with another kiss while she reached down to deal with his belt and trousers, both needed to be off and out of the way once and for all.
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