Halloween

Nov. 2nd, 2011 10:04 am
hallelujahpilot: (I solemnly swear I'm up to no good)
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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?

Date: 2011-11-01 11:40 pm (UTC)
one_man_army: (o rly)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"Well, the thought of shoving you in the lake did cross my mind once or twice."

He smirks.

"But your swimming prowess might've been even stronger."

Date: 2011-11-02 12:02 am (UTC)
one_man_army: ([halloween] kilt)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"I might've enjoyed that."

One boot off, then another, and then he kicks off his socks.

Date: 2011-11-02 12:13 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (o rly)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"...mmm. So those are the pants."

Date: 2011-11-02 12:21 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (are you for real)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"I approve. Especially without the eyepatch. Scoot over."

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.

Date: 2011-11-02 01:43 pm (UTC)
one_man_army: (o rly)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"While I'll never complain about you walking 'round in your bra, I've gotta say, I like that shirt too."

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?"

Date: 2011-11-03 03:07 am (UTC)
one_man_army: ([t] relaxed)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
He forgets sometimes that she doesn't get actual chocolate all that often, but he digs into the bucket and grabs himself a handful of what appears to be Pixy Stix.

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.)

Date: 2011-11-07 04:01 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (are you for real)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"It's not that they're nice chemicals, I just like the sour stuff once in awhile."

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."

Date: 2011-11-13 04:44 am (UTC)
one_man_army: ([t] relaxed)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
Details, indeed.

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?"

Date: 2011-11-13 04:55 am (UTC)
one_man_army: ([t] relaxed)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
He snaps the bar into two pieces, but he doesn't lean forward to offer it to her.

In fact, he leans back a little.

"You're gonna have t'come get it."

Date: 2011-11-13 05:10 am (UTC)
one_man_army: ([t] relaxed)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
Carl hands over the piece of chocolate, in exchange for wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her closer -- she ends up half-sprawled across his torso, but he doesn't mind.

"Y'might as well get comfortable, Marine."

Date: 2011-11-13 05:27 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (o rly)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"S'just cause I love you so damn much," he comments.

Grinning, of course.

"You get to pick the next piece."

Date: 2011-11-13 05:42 am (UTC)
one_man_army: ([t] relaxed)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"I'd say whichever half you don't, but then I know I wouldn't get any at all."

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."

Date: 2011-11-13 05:53 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (by your side)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"I only comment on what I've learned from being with you as long as I have so far," he says, innocently.

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.

Date: 2011-11-13 06:03 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (o rly)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"I figured it was classier than just grunting and pulling you onto my lap like a neanderthal," Carl retorts.

Date: 2011-11-13 06:13 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (by your side)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
"Oh?"

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?"

Date: 2011-11-13 06:29 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (closer to you)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
When it comes to accepting the dare of a Marine, one has to think long and hard about the consequences, should you lose. Carl is willing to take the risk, in this case.

(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.

Date: 2011-11-13 06:42 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (the things you wanna feel)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
Her pants are equally as distracting -- c'mon, leather, really what did she expect -- and the added bonus of the glint the candlelight puts into her eyes when she looks at him doesn't hurt either.




"Knew there was a reason...I like Halloween," he mutters, lips brushing her jaw once they break the kiss.

Date: 2011-11-13 06:50 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (slightly sneaky)
From: [personal profile] 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.

Date: 2011-11-13 07:08 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (closer to you)
From: [personal profile] 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.

Date: 2011-11-13 07:39 am (UTC)
one_man_army: (the things you wanna feel)
From: [personal profile] 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.

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