[ she's quiet for a moment, a hand reaching up to sweep the hair at the nape of her neck. it's not that she's uncertain — but they haven't talked about these things yet. haven't really defined if dating is a thing they're doing. if they're doing more than just spending time together and going out to have dinner with friends.
but she knows, sitting in the living room all dressed up before they have to leave, that this isn't something she'd only want to do once. so maybe she can be honest about this, and that'll be enough. it's not a push, really. not a demand. just a request. ]
Just the two of us. [ a beat, and yet another casually murmured disclaimer. ] If that's something you'd want to do.
[ always those disclaimers. they are, he knows, a protective measure of a sort, but he wishes she didn't feel the need to use them. ]
All right.
[ it's easy to agree to something he's never really done outside of a job. but, he's going out tonight and it is not for work so he thinks he can manage to do it with just her and not ruin things too badly. ]
I think we should. [ he nods and gives her knee a gentle squeeze. ] Whenever the mood strikes and schedules are open, we can go.
[ easy enough. maybe too easy. maybe alarm bells should go off about slipping into something that's comfortable and familiar between them, about unwrapping another layer of something that goes well beyond physical intimacy, but they don't. instead, daisy just smiles; she leans into the touch, her leg kicking a little from reflex alone, and her head tips to brush her lips against his cheek, trailing a path from jawline to the corner of his mouth before she greets him with a kiss.
she doesn't mean to. it just... happens. instinct, familiarity, muscle memory; call it what you like, but it's just the natural path of being so close, of being in a familiar place. somewhere, in some part of daisy's mind, where it's safe to let her guard down enough to close her eyes.
maybe they should get going, but this is what she's doing right now. ]
[ if they ended up late, he was going to blame her. after all, she'd been the one to sit on his lap and that, he would say, was the catalyst to all this. not that he's really doing much to try and stop it.
no, he'll take...partial blame. because this sort of thing is a two person job and as soon as her lips meet his, he responds, eagerness and wanting flooding through him. it would be wise not to let himself get too overwhelmed since they do have to leave and they are dressed nicely but...maybe a little overwhelmed?
a little would be all right, wouldn't it? he can straighten his clothes and she can straighten hers and nothing would be amiss. this was fine. under control. ]
[ she'd tried to make sure they had time to leave at leisure. she'd planned the reservation for late enough in the evening that she could get home and change, left enough time in between to walk to the groundtram and then a block or so to the restaurant, made sure she'd even have enough time to check in with rey beforehand to make sure nothing was amiss.
what was that they said about best laid plans?
best of intentions aside, daisy forgets all of her carefully planned scheduling all too quickly, her attentions sliding to focus on the warm give-and-take the empathy bond provides. these days, there's little surprise in it. warmth, more so than anything else; mutually given, the hint of desire that swells each time their mouths meet, but trust and contentment and comfort surrounding it. it's not desperate or needy, just. familiar.
it's only once a neighbor's car alarm sounds in the distance that daisy pulls away, eyes squinting at the clock on the wall only to flutter wide in recognition. ]
Oh, shit, [ a hurried press of her lips to his, and then she's scrambling to her feet, doing her best to smooth out the twists in the straps on her shoulders from his wandering hands. ] Come on. We're gonna be so late.
[ if they take the groundtram, that is. she's already flicking through options on the driverless taxi service they took last time, trying to see if the rates will work. it's pricier than she would like, but, well. she'd rather be broke than lose the reservation.
or worse, make rey think they left her there on purpose. ]
[ it ends far too soon. one minute her lips are pressed against his hand and his hand are on her back, thinking of tugging those straps down and the next, she's several feet away from him, fixing her dress and looking frantic.
he's never been the slow one but he's slow right now, trying to recover from the gradual slide he'd been taking into getting caught up and lost in touching her. it hasn't gotten to the point where he needs to excuse himself and adjust his pants but a few more moments and that would have happened.
no, he's only to the point of licking his lips, straightening his hair and eventually rising to his feet. his suit's a little wrinkled but he does his best to brush the worst of them out. ]
We will get there. Don't panic. [ he wasn't going to let her pay for it all on her own either. so, they could take a taxi and get there quick enough. ] If we leave now, we'll be a few minutes late. It happens.
[ and it wouldn't be worse because she'd been the responsible one and noticed the time. ]
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[ just not as much as he purports to know. ]
We can do it again. With the others? Or just you and I?
[ either one is fine. he's just curious as to what she's thinking about. ]
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but she knows, sitting in the living room all dressed up before they have to leave, that this isn't something she'd only want to do once. so maybe she can be honest about this, and that'll be enough. it's not a push, really. not a demand. just a request. ]
Just the two of us. [ a beat, and yet another casually murmured disclaimer. ] If that's something you'd want to do.
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All right.
[ it's easy to agree to something he's never really done outside of a job. but, he's going out tonight and it is not for work so he thinks he can manage to do it with just her and not ruin things too badly. ]
I think we should. [ he nods and gives her knee a gentle squeeze. ] Whenever the mood strikes and schedules are open, we can go.
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she doesn't mean to. it just... happens. instinct, familiarity, muscle memory; call it what you like, but it's just the natural path of being so close, of being in a familiar place. somewhere, in some part of daisy's mind, where it's safe to let her guard down enough to close her eyes.
maybe they should get going, but this is what she's doing right now. ]
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no, he'll take...partial blame. because this sort of thing is a two person job and as soon as her lips meet his, he responds, eagerness and wanting flooding through him. it would be wise not to let himself get too overwhelmed since they do have to leave and they are dressed nicely but...maybe a little overwhelmed?
a little would be all right, wouldn't it? he can straighten his clothes and she can straighten hers and nothing would be amiss. this was fine. under control. ]
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what was that they said about best laid plans?
best of intentions aside, daisy forgets all of her carefully planned scheduling all too quickly, her attentions sliding to focus on the warm give-and-take the empathy bond provides. these days, there's little surprise in it. warmth, more so than anything else; mutually given, the hint of desire that swells each time their mouths meet, but trust and contentment and comfort surrounding it. it's not desperate or needy, just. familiar.
it's only once a neighbor's car alarm sounds in the distance that daisy pulls away, eyes squinting at the clock on the wall only to flutter wide in recognition. ]
Oh, shit, [ a hurried press of her lips to his, and then she's scrambling to her feet, doing her best to smooth out the twists in the straps on her shoulders from his wandering hands. ] Come on. We're gonna be so late.
[ if they take the groundtram, that is. she's already flicking through options on the driverless taxi service they took last time, trying to see if the rates will work. it's pricier than she would like, but, well. she'd rather be broke than lose the reservation.
or worse, make rey think they left her there on purpose. ]
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he's never been the slow one but he's slow right now, trying to recover from the gradual slide he'd been taking into getting caught up and lost in touching her. it hasn't gotten to the point where he needs to excuse himself and adjust his pants but a few more moments and that would have happened.
no, he's only to the point of licking his lips, straightening his hair and eventually rising to his feet. his suit's a little wrinkled but he does his best to brush the worst of them out. ]
We will get there. Don't panic. [ he wasn't going to let her pay for it all on her own either. so, they could take a taxi and get there quick enough. ] If we leave now, we'll be a few minutes late. It happens.
[ and it wouldn't be worse because she'd been the responsible one and noticed the time. ]