MCA #5, Sunday Afternoon

[electrocynic]

Sarah hadn't bothered getting out of her pajamas today. She'd received her flowers, snorted at the attached note, put them in a vase in the living room, and then made herself at home on her couch, where she intended to stay the entire day – so far, very successfully.

And currently, with a tub of Ben & Jerry's on her lap and some very poor-quality reality TV programming on the telly. Non-romantic, obviously. She didn't want to throw up, after all.

Also, so far? She was blaming her increased antsiness on the day. That wouldn't last, though. Not for a Fandom veteran like her.

[ooc: Open poooost, of course.]

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[suitably_heroic]

The problem with being Force sensitive was that feeling personally antsy turned into feeling everyone's antsy in five seconds flat, so Atton pounding on Sarah's door was more of a defense mechanism than anything else.

Probably the best place for him to be. He needed to check if she got the flowers anyway.

[electrocynic]

There was much eyerolling and ughing as Sarah pried herself off the couch and trudged to the door. Complete with ice cream.

"So surprised it's you."

She was not.

[suitably_heroic]

"Because I'm your only friend in here that isn't a twelve-year-old?" Atton guessed.

Okay, Sparkle was actually starting to close in on twenty, but whatever.

[electrocynic]

It was always good to get one of those eyerolls out when he could see it, too.

"Because other people know how to fucking knock without pounding."

And she turned and wandered back in because she only had a limited time she was willing to stand by the door for. Or something.

[suitably_heroic]

"And a happy Valentine's Day to you, too," Atton called, taking the invitation for what it was - and closing the door behind him as he stepped inside.

[electrocynic]

Sarah had managed to actually invite people in the traditional way maybe twice in her entire time of living here. It was best to take what you got.

She flopped back down on the couch. "Ugh, Valentine's. So bloody pointless."

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, I never figured out why Earth is so obsessed with reminding people about their marital status," Atton said.

He eyeballed the couch.

He considered his own level of antsy.

He sat down somewhere that wasn't the couch.

[electrocynic]

That was cute, Atton.

"'S why I'm not going to bother going outside today."

In case the sleepwear hadn't tipped him off yet.

[suitably_heroic]

"And here I was wondering about the fancy outfit," Atton said, tilting his head.

Hey, he could still see the shape of her-- anyway.

[electrocynic]

Yeah, the up/downside (depended on what your stance was) of having pajamas that had definitely been worn in was that they were molded to her shape.

"It's anti-Valentine's wear," she drawled.

[suitably_heroic]

"Depends on who you ask," Atton said, "The young lovers or the 50-year-old couple."

[electrocynic]

She scowled.

"I wouldn't fucking ask either."

[suitably_heroic]

"Always a pleasure trading banter with you," Atton said.

... to her chest. Damn it!

[electrocynic]

"Yeah, my tits really enjoy it, too," she snarked, rolling her eyes. Also ignoring the fact that his presence here – or the fact that he was talking at said tits – wasn't doing anything good to her antsiness.

[suitably_heroic]

"Sometimes they do," Atton said, before he really thought about it. "--Ugh, sorry."

[electrocynic]

Sarah watched him for a second, squinting.

Then she groaned. "For fuck's sake, it's that time again isn't it? Jesus Christ."

[suitably_heroic]

"It's been buzzing in my head all morning," Atton blurted out. "Driving me up the wall like a swarm of mynocks..."

[electrocynic]

"Dunno what those are, and I'm going to assume something revolting," Sarah drawled. "But between that and how good 'up the wall' sounded, yeah. It's that bloody time again."

[suitably_heroic]

"You think maybe if I fill up the Hawk with ice cubes and gross-out movies and take a hike to Saturn, I can get out of this mess?" Atton said.

[electrocynic]

"That sounds like far too much effort for me." She was easily annoyed, but also lazy. Also didn't have a spaceship. "But, sure, maybe."

[suitably_heroic]

"At least staying in your pyjamas was probably a good idea," Atton said.

[electrocynic]

Sarah shrugged, leaning back. "Remains to be seen, but it's a decent start."

[suitably_heroic]

There was a short pause.

"Should I get out of here?" Atton asked. "Because you know what's probably going to happen if I hang around here for much longer."

[electrocynic]

Oh, another shrug.

"Because momentary relief is so terrible," she replied, with some heavy, heavy sarcasm.

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm just asking, in case you want my ass out of here so you can mope some more." Now it was Atton's turn to roll her eyes. "But sure, be sarcastic. Why not?"

[electrocynic]

Sarcasm was the only way to go sometimes. Sarah wasn't going to justify it.

"Hey, you're the one who sat all the way over there."

[suitably_heroic]

"Sorry for being half a gentleman and not opening with the non-verbal equivalent of 'let's bang'," Atton said.

[electrocynic]

"That's a pretty low bar for even half a gentleman."

That was helpful, Sarah, really.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton gave her an incredulous look. "And I cleared it!"

[electrocynic]

"A low bar you set yourself? Fucking impressive, that is, space boy." Ugh. She got up. The ice cream needed to go back in the freezer. "Gold star."

[suitably_heroic]

"Anybody ever tell you your standards are too high?" Atton said.

[electrocynic]

"No one ever."

Mostly she heard the opposite. But whatever, she was making her way to the kitchen now.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton collapsed back onto the couch, put his feet up on the coffee table, and eyed the ceiling.

[electrocynic]

Sarah came back. Eventually. Stayed on her feet, though.

"Well?"

[suitably_heroic]

"I was going to take my pants off, but that would probably constitute tripping over another bar," Atton said.

He got up, though.

[electrocynic]

"Stop setting stupid bloody bars all over the place," Sarah retorted. "And take your pants off."

[suitably_heroic]

"You mind if I start with the shoes, because otherwise this is going to get awkward."

He kicked them off without waiting for an answer.

[electrocynic]

"I was looking forward to naming each article of clothing separately."

There was that sarcasm again. But she made up for that by unceremoniously stripping off her pajama top.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shook off his jacket, then stripped his shirt off. It had the added bonus of making sure he didn't stand there slack-jawed staring at her breasts, which could only be a good thing.

"Yeah? I knew I should've worn more layers."

[electrocynic]

Hey, her breasts deserved to be stared at.

"So you're that into the sound of my voice?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Nah, you just roll your eyes less when you're enjoying yourself," Atton said, covering the last couple of paces to where she was standing.

And, okay, finally looking down at her breasts.

[electrocynic]

They continued to be magnificent.

Also the way her skin felt instantly warmer as soon as he was this close told her this was the right course of action.

"Yeah, I expect you'll be very focused on my eyes for the next while, space boy."

[suitably_heroic]

"I could be," Atton said, settling his hands on her hips, "But that'd be a little creepy."

Kissing her seemed like a great idea.

[electrocynic]

It was.

In Sarah's biased opinion, which she was conveying both with the way she was kissing him back as well as the way she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer.