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[evocation]

[She unhooks the clasp, then slides her hand down to open the one below it, her smile teasing.]

I guess you look pretty good in the armor, too.

[hardwearing]

Nah, everybody looks pretty much the same in armor.

[ He looks down at her as she works, ready to pull the plate off when she releases the last clasp. It goes on the table too, and he shrugs the back piece off his shoulders as well before stretching an arm out for her to work on. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna takes the rest of the pieces off of his arms, setting the armor aside on the table as she goes. When she's done, she stands on her tiptoes again, hands slipping up his shoulders to cup his cheeks.]

I thought you were gonna be blushing way more than this.

[hardwearing]

[ His hands free now, Wash reaches out to push her hair back from her face and behind her ear, tracing the shell of it with his fingertip. Trailing up to the point curiously. ]

You've gotta fluster me for that.

[evocation]

[She tilts her head, smiling softening as she leans into his touch.]

Is that a challenge?

[A pretty dangerous challenge, considering who he's posing it to. She leans up as far as she can, trying to urge him down so she can press her lips against his softly.]

[hardwearing]

Guess so.

[ If that's what she wants to see, anyway. But he's decidedly less awkward now that something's actually happening. Now that he knows what he's meant to do.

Kyna leans up and tugs at his shoulder and Wash leans down to meet her, his other hand coming to rest on the small of her back for support. This height difference might be a bit of a thing, but he has a feeling they won't be standing for too long.

The kiss is indeed soft, and curious for that. Wash is used to people being a bit firmer with him, to being pushed into bulkheads and only having to respond in kind. This is different. And Kyna feels so fragile in his arms, small and out of armor. But he'll adjust. ]

[evocation]

[She's testing him a bit, trying to work out his boundaries, but he kisses her back readily enough and she relaxes, letting her hands trail down to his chest. He's being surprisingly delicate with her, and she's not entirely sure if he's just following her lead or if he's still not completely comfortable, so she presses closer, slipping her arms around his waist and deepening the kiss.]

[hardwearing]

[ It's strange. It's been years since anyone's been this close to him, in armor or out of it but especially out of it, so that he can feel warmth seeping through his suit. Fingers curling against his back. He's adjusting better than he thought he would, though. It's not overwhelming, not yet. Just... nice. Very nice. His hand slips out of her hair to cup her jaw, and he tilts his head for a better angle. A deeper kiss, tongue slipping into her mouth and tasting the cocktail she'd had at the bar, all sweet fruit.

He's still armored from the waist down and should take care of that but there's no rush --
he's content to just stand there kissing. Following her lead.]

[evocation]

[Kyna has always craved physical contact, almost thrived on it, and so when Wash cups her jaw she lets out a quiet, pleased hum. It's clear she's in no real rush--she knows she should probably get the rest of his armor off or guide him to the bedroom, but she doesn't. This is nice, almost comforting, and so for now all she's really concerned with is trailing her hands up his back, tracing the contours of his muscles under the suit.]

[hardwearing]

[ The kiss goes on a little longer before Wash pulls back to breathe, to look her in the eyes. She really is beautiful, he thinks, inside and out, and she probably deserves someone... better. Someone whole. But he's not complaining. His thumb strokes over her cheek and then he's letting her go, releasing the clasps on either hip to get the rest of his armor off. It's getting a little uncomfortable. Maybe she'll take the opportunity to get that jacket off, at least. ]

[evocation]

[She's a little breathless when he pulls away, but she grins up at him, laughing a little when he starts to pull off the rest of his armor. Following his lead, she shrugs off her jacket and lets it drop to the floor unceremoniously.]

So you really can't do anything in armor, huh?

[hardwearing]

[ He sets his greaves down on the table and stands there in just his suit and boots, looking her over. Wanting to reach for her again, not remembering how to pace these things when they aren't fast and frantic. ]

You found the one thing.

[evocation]

[He hesitates and she laughs again, soft and under her breath this time, before closing the distance between them to settle against him, arms looping around his neck.]

Of course I did. Are you getting all shy on me now?

[hardwearing]

Nope.

[ He grins, then, leaning down just enough to get both arms around her and lift her up, onto his hips. She weighs nothing at all even before her legs lock around him, and if nothing else it fixes the height difference. Wash tilts his head to kiss her again. ]

[evocation]

[She bursts out giggling, half surprised and half delighted as she wraps her legs around him. Before she can shoot anything else sassy at him, he's kissing her, and her response is more heated this time, the fingers of one hand tangling into his hair. Apparently there's no need to worry about going too fast and scaring him off. Who knew he had it in him under all that blushing and deflecting?]

[hardwearing]

[ It's different, is how Wash would explain it, though he wouldn't be able to articulate how. He's not familiar with either thing anymore, casual contact or intimacy, but they're separate in his mind and this? He knows how to respond to. What he's expected to do with it.

He hums into the kiss when Kyna's fingers grip his hair, and then he's moving, heading (carefully) towards the bedroom. Not wanting to bump her on a corner. ]

[evocation]

[She's definitely into this, though she breaks away briefly, just long enough to move her lips down to his neck, letting out a shivery breath as she kisses the hollow just under his jawline. Absently, her fingertips trace the scars along the back of his neck, the touch light and almost curious.]

[hardwearing]

[ That actually makes it easier to get to the bedroom even if her lips on his neck are extremely distracting. And when she touches the scars, fingertips brushing against the base of his implant, he shivers. It's incredibly sensitive. ]

Not there.

[ Wash sets her down on the bed and catches her hands, bringing them around to the zipper of his suit instead. Letting go so she can draw it down and his own hands are free to find the hem of her shirt and slip underneath, pushing it up as he goes. ]

[evocation]

Sorry.

[She murmurs the apology, her voice soft. Kyna tugs the zipper of his suit down, then lifts her arms to wiggle out of her tank top as he pulls it up. Once it's off, she slips his suit down over his shoulders, shooting him another little smile as she rests her forehead against his.]

[hardwearing]

[ It's okay, they've gotta learn each other. Wash frees his arms, lets the top half of his suit hang around his waist as he reaches for her again, leaning closer, warm hands on the smooth skin of her stomach, sides, back... she's wearing a normal bra, which he's never actually encountered before but finds he likes the look of.

He lets their foreheads rest against each other's for a moment before he's kissing her again, deeper this time, pressing her back on the bed. ]

[evocation]

[His hands slide over her and she shivers, breath catching, her own touch moving up his arms and over his chest, at least until he pushes her back on the bed. She likes the weight of him on her, so solid and close, and she arches her back instinctively as she kisses him, trying to eliminate that last sliver of space.]

[hardwearing]

[ Yeah, that's. Really good. She squirms and arches up against him and Wash leans a little more of his weight on her, one of his wandering hands settling on her hip. Lower, under, gripping her ass experimentally and pulling her up against him. When they break for air this time he nuzzles her throat, breathing her in, trying not to just grind against her like a teenager. It's been a long time, okay? ]

Shit.

[ They're still wearing far too many clothes. Wash leans on one arm, twisting to unlace his boots so he can kick them off and slip out of his suit completely. Then his attention is on Kyna again, working at the fastenings of her jeans, glancing up at her to make sure this is okay, he's not going too fast. ]

[evocation]

[By the time he glances up at her, she's still trying to catch her breath. She helps him by wiggling out of her jeans, shooting him a grin as she shifts her hips up to press against his, her smile turning into something more knowing.]

Still not flustered?

[hardwearing]

[ He settles back on top of her and with just their underwear between them there's no hiding how into it he is. Especially not as she tilts her hips and his breath hitches at the contact. ]

What, are you disappointed?

[evocation]

Maybe a little.

[She kisses him again, briefly this time, then trails her hands down to grip his hips.]

I feel like I'm losing my edge or something.