Halloween

[hallelujahpilot]

In the end, she'd won their race. It wasn't exactly a race, except in the sense that both her and Carl are/were career military, and thus competitive as hell. Trudy is younger, fitter, used to going for her runs in an environment harder than Earth and, yes, she did whoop with triumph.

Which lead to, among other things, the fact that tonight it's up to Carl to bring the candy while Trudy makes the sheet-fort.

She's a glorified engineer, she can make a sheet balance over some chairs so it won't fall down on the candles.

After all, what is a tent without candles?

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[hallelujahpilot]

"No fishnets this year," she murmurs back, angling her head a little to give him better access.

[one_man_army]

He lightly threads his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, keeping her head tilted back to expose her throat.

(It would take no more than two seconds for him to grab her skull and snap her neck, but he's not thinking about that. Not right now. Not with her.)

"I guess that means I'm in charge this year."

He's not guessing anything, given the tone of his voice.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Sure," she says, by which she means, yes, and oh, yes, please, closing her eyes as his fingers tighten in her hair. It's not violent, no, and she's not thinking of it, but there is still that thread of it running underneath the gesture that makes her breath come steady, steady, steady so it doesn't hitch with the sudden flare of desire.

[one_man_army]

"Glad that's settled."

He nips at her throat, and then at the curve of her neck and shoulder where the collar of her shirt has shifted and left skin exposed -- happy accident, that -- before returning his focus to her mouth with another kiss.

It's rougher than the first, but still not violent.

[hallelujahpilot]

The feel of his teeth lightly on her skin does make her breath hitch now, leaving her already a little breathless when he kisses her again.

She doesn't mind, and digs her fingers into his shoulder, pulling him closer.

[one_man_army]

He grunts appreciatively when she pulls his body closer to her own, and he doesn't mind her fingers dug into his shoulder either for that matter.

With one hand still tangled in her hair, the other slides between them and beneath the hem of her t-shirt, skating over the muscles of her abdomen to let his fingertips dance over her lowest ribs.

[hallelujahpilot]

Her skin tingles as his fingers slide over it, leaving a wake of nerves that almost feel like they are glowing. His grip in her hair isn't so tight that she can't move her head, and so she drops her head a bit, breaking the kiss to move her mouth to his jaw, his neck.