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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?
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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Date: 2011-11-01 11:40 pm (UTC)He smirks.
"But your swimming prowess might've been even stronger."
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Date: 2011-11-02 12:02 am (UTC)One boot off, then another, and then he kicks off his socks.
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Date: 2011-11-02 12:08 am (UTC)She liberates a bottle of beer, grabs a sugary skull, and settles back on her feet with a creak of leather.
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Date: 2011-11-02 12:21 am (UTC)He grabs a beer and motions for her to move aside, so he can settle in the fort beside her -- without knocking over the candles.
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:19 am (UTC)Or maybe she just really likes this t-shirt. A gift from Bar, and hell if she's complaining; the shirt is a band one, a trio of women from Peru rocking out with drums and guitars. Well. Female skeletons, judging from the picture on the front, with flowing hair decorated with roses.
She scoots over, lifts her hand, and clicks her fingers twice. The electric lights go out, leaving only the candles to see by.
"This," Trudy announces, "is a much better Halloween."
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Date: 2011-11-02 01:43 pm (UTC)Carl gets himself firmly entrenched within the sheet fort, finding that Trudy has stolen what might be all the pillows from her bed and his bed, so he leans back against a pile and cracks the top off of his beer.
"So what sort of candy do we have in there?"
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Date: 2011-11-02 11:55 pm (UTC)"We have...." she peers at the bucket and digs her hand in and lifts it up before letting candy fall back down, "a whole bunch of stuff I don't recognize. But Snickers! Outstanding."
Nom, nom, oh, god, actual chocolate...
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Date: 2011-11-03 03:07 am (UTC)At least, they look like Pixy Stix. Even if the wrapper is wrong.
Carl tears the end off of the tiny paper tube, and then downs half the contents onto his tongue. Mmm, blue raspberry.
(He's going to end up turning his tongue blue.)
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Date: 2011-11-03 12:51 pm (UTC)"Judging from your reaction, Benton, that bunch of chemicals is nice."
She's Highly Dubious, but in the future, powdered candy is popular.
It's cheap to make, and so plentiful, anyway.
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Date: 2011-11-07 04:01 am (UTC)When he's had his fill of chocolate -- also, when Trudy deserves all the chocolate she can get.
"So you don't get candy often on Pandora, right? How do they get food out, anyways? Ship most of it? I'd assume there was some sort of...processor. A replicator? Like on Star Trek."
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Date: 2011-11-07 09:18 am (UTC)Greenhouse here meaning 'subterranean farm', but details.
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Date: 2011-11-13 04:44 am (UTC)Carl considers that, and digs into the bucket for another piece -- this time, a KitKat bar.
"Do you get most of your meat from the local species or is it all MRE style?"
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Date: 2011-11-13 04:49 am (UTC)Beat.
"Can I have half?"
Shared food is better. Stolen food is best, but she's not sure how to steal from his hands without him dodging.
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Date: 2011-11-13 04:55 am (UTC)In fact, he leans back a little.
"You're gonna have t'come get it."
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:01 am (UTC)"Close enough?"
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:10 am (UTC)"Y'might as well get comfortable, Marine."
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:15 am (UTC)"Wow, Benton, you make it sound like such a duty."
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:27 am (UTC)Grinning, of course.
"You get to pick the next piece."
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:34 am (UTC)She'd kiss him (maybe with a bit of a nip), but there is kitkat! Nom, nom, nom.
"Oh. Am I that privileged?" She tucks a smirk away, leans over to reach into the bucket (which involves pressing up against him more, yes), and pulls out a sugar-skull.
"Which half do you want?"
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:42 am (UTC)The hand that was resting against her side shifts to allow his fingers to graze over her spine at the small of her back. (If she wants to play dirty, he can do that.)
"So you take the eyes."
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:51 am (UTC)And yet, she lifts her hand from his shoulder to snap the skull in half, passing over the jaw.
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:53 am (UTC)Sugar is about the only thing that will melt on that lying tongue right now, which it does once he pops the piece of skull candy into his mouth.
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Date: 2011-11-13 06:13 am (UTC)His fingers still against her back, but he presses them a little harder against her t-shirt (still a light touch, but she'll notice the increase because she's observant like that) to test the waters, so to speak.
"So what if I wanted t'pull you closer and kiss the hell out of you, just so I could find out what you taste like after havin' chocolate?"
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Date: 2011-11-13 06:18 am (UTC)She's not being coy, she's merely daring him. There is a difference.
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Date: 2011-11-13 06:29 am (UTC)(Anything she did to him, he'd probably enjoy.)
So with one hand against her back, he brings the other up to the back of her neck, and he pulls her closer for a kiss. If she lets him, she'll be rewarded -- apparently sugar intake makes him feisty -- without delay.
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Date: 2011-11-13 06:34 am (UTC)Sugar, chocolate, and he's wearing that stupidly distracting kilt.
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Date: 2011-11-13 06:42 am (UTC)"Knew there was a reason...I like Halloween," he mutters, lips brushing her jaw once they break the kiss.
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Date: 2011-11-13 06:50 am (UTC)(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.
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Date: 2011-11-13 07:08 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-11-13 07:16 am (UTC)She doesn't mind, and digs her fingers into his shoulder, pulling him closer.
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Date: 2011-11-13 07:39 am (UTC)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.
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