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]

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.