[ Poe's not quite ready to let go of her yet, and he does tip his head slightly to trail a few scattered kisses against her neck before he's pulling back slightly, giving her some space if she wants to instigate some kind of composure here. Personally he's thinking he would be fine going without that for a little while, before they dive right back into all the problems that need to be dealt with in the aftermath. ]
I'm not going to let you off that easy.
[ There's a familiar gleam in his eyes, though that warmth has only grown ever since he met her and this happened. It's still there even when his expression sobers. ]
I'm good. Maybe a little tired. [ 'Maybe.' He also might be a little singed and a little bloody, but it's nothing to worry about. ] You?
[ there's a trail of scattered kisses and a familiar gleam in his eyes and dutch's lips tick upward. they're both 'a little tired'. they both could've died.
the huff of breath she lets out isn't a laugh, but close enough. ]
Wouldn't want you to.
[ she'd respect him a lot less if he was the kind of guy to let her off easy.
he lets her put some space between them, but her hand stays on the back of his neck. her fingers aren't digging in, but she's not letting their movements dislodge her hand, either. he's a little singed and a little bloody. she's a little bruised. it's fine. ]
[ Poe's used to battle, he's experienced plenty of them first hand and he knows how messy they can get, but this is definitely might be the longest. As exhausted as he might be he's just as pent up after being stuck in a very confined space for so long, so working out some of those knots is actually above anything like sleeping. So is shaking off the intensity of a fight with exactly this kind of thing, as long as they've got some time that they can borrow before they go right back to dealing with everything else.
He makes an amused huff of his own at her observation, and it's good that they're still close enough that when he murmurs near her ear she's going to be the only one who hears it. ]
What, you don't like a hot, sweaty guy? Or would you just rather get hot and wet together?
[ Despite his teasing, and the fact that he's obviously happy to make himself comfortable in bed with her, whether it's hers or his own, there's more to this than the sex for him. More than he knows how to say, if he should even try at all. It might be better off leaving it unspoken — not that keeping quiet is one of his strong suits in any respect. ]
There's sweaty- [ dutch lets her voice go a little low, sultry for a moment. the kind of tone that invokes late nights and hot-and-heavy make-out sessions.
they could do that now. reaffirm being alive, all that. but at the same time, they're both bruised and singed and tired. it's been a long battle. ] -and then there's gross.
[ but her shoulder still nudges his, comfortable, sharing space. the words don't really mean anything; they're just noise with the real story being in the proximity between their bodies, the sway closer and apart again, the way they're in each other's orbits now. ]
[ Poe has to laugh at that one. It's as much relief as it is amusement, like he just has to get it out somewhere, since it would be hard to argue that she doesn't have a point. There's such a thing as sexy sweaty, but they probably passed that a long time ago. So a shower's definitely necessary, he's just not rushing to get there the way he would have if no one in particular was waiting for him. ]
You always say the nicest things about me.
[ His grin is bright and sharp, despite the looming bone-deep exhaustion. ]
We should probably fix that while we have the chance.
[ there's something pleasant, viscerally good about seeing that grin, the bright sharpness of it despite the bone-deep exhaustion he carries, that's digging into both of their bodies, burying itself lower and lower.
dutch grins back, equally sharp, for a moment before nudging his shoulder again. ]
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I'm not going to let you off that easy.
[ There's a familiar gleam in his eyes, though that warmth has only grown ever since he met her and this happened. It's still there even when his expression sobers. ]
I'm good. Maybe a little tired. [ 'Maybe.' He also might be a little singed and a little bloody, but it's nothing to worry about. ] You?
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the huff of breath she lets out isn't a laugh, but close enough. ]
Wouldn't want you to.
[ she'd respect him a lot less if he was the kind of guy to let her off easy.
he lets her put some space between them, but her hand stays on the back of his neck. her fingers aren't digging in, but she's not letting their movements dislodge her hand, either. he's a little singed and a little bloody. she's a little bruised. it's fine. ]
You look like you could use a shower.
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He makes an amused huff of his own at her observation, and it's good that they're still close enough that when he murmurs near her ear she's going to be the only one who hears it. ]
What, you don't like a hot, sweaty guy? Or would you just rather get hot and wet together?
[ Despite his teasing, and the fact that he's obviously happy to make himself comfortable in bed with her, whether it's hers or his own, there's more to this than the sex for him. More than he knows how to say, if he should even try at all. It might be better off leaving it unspoken — not that keeping quiet is one of his strong suits in any respect. ]
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they could do that now. reaffirm being alive, all that. but at the same time, they're both bruised and singed and tired. it's been a long battle. ] -and then there's gross.
[ but her shoulder still nudges his, comfortable, sharing space. the words don't really mean anything; they're just noise with the real story being in the proximity between their bodies, the sway closer and apart again, the way they're in each other's orbits now. ]
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You always say the nicest things about me.
[ His grin is bright and sharp, despite the looming bone-deep exhaustion. ]
We should probably fix that while we have the chance.
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dutch grins back, equally sharp, for a moment before nudging his shoulder again. ]
Let's get a move on, then.
[ and off they go. ]