electrocynic | MCA #5, Friday

MCA #5, Friday

There was a note on Sarah's door today:

Let's not.
Don't mention ~~meta for~~ Voldemort.
Thanks.

It was mostly for the benefit of her next interaction with a takeaway delivery person. This weekend was going to be one of junk food and truly terrible television with absolutely no informational or otherwise current reality-based value whatsoever. She didn't want any well-meaning delivery people bringing up anything to mess with her cocooning.

And, hey, if it also worked on anyone that decided to drop by for a visit without food, all the better. Because seriously, she wanted everyone to just shut the fck up for a couple of days. Just... shush.

But the best way to ensure that people did that was to just lay on the couch in ratty sweats and a t-shirt with only the telly for company. It was working well for her, so far.

[ooc: Open post, referencing this note on the door of a dance school in Helsinki.]

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Meanwhile, Sarah had been like this for about 25 years and was never ever growing out of it. Ah well.

"Self-indulgence has an unfairly poor reputation," she decided.

"Seems like a waste to be given a life and the tools to enjoy it, and then just not," Kanan said, lifting his beer in a quick toast. "If it isn't going to turn around to bite you in the end later, why not?"

Sarah lifted her own beer in response. "Exactly," she said. "'Sides, it's what's gotten you here."

Well, self-indulgence. Not her abuse of her powers, specifically.

"Wouldn't necessarily mind the biting in this case."

For a guy who had really only learned the joys of self-indulgence over the course of the past eight years of his life, he was pretty good at embracing it, now. He smirked, took another swig from his bottle, and then reached to set down what was left on the counter.

"The biting could definitely be arranged, you know."

Ah, indulgence.

Sarah smirked at him, behind her bottle.

"Could it, now?"

One last swig and she could set it down.

"Well, I suppose that depends on whether you're in the mood for that more casual dress that we were talking about earlier," Kanan drawled, and then gave her a grin.

This was totally and completely an organic segue from the conversation they'd been having. But he wasn't going to complain about the fact that it was steering away from powers and his own general inability to even reliably be selfish with his own, either.

There was still a chance she'd point out the way he'd unclasped her bra with his power, last time. That had seemed successfully selfish!

Anyway. That wasn't what he'd posed a question about. "Oh, I'm a fan of very casual, me," she said. "If you can't get extra casual whenever you want in your own home, what's the fucking point?"

Well, Kanan sometimes had his moments!

"Seems like a waste to have a home at all, if you can't be casual in it," said the guy who couldn't sleep naked in his own home because he'd given his bed away to Cecil and his nights were generally spent on his couch, instead. Not that he had anything that Cecil hadn't seen before. Probably. For all he knew, Cecil probably expected tentacles or something.

Anyway.

"So, extra casual and biting? Sounds like a good time on a Friday night, to me."

"Sounds better than anything I had planned," Sarah noted, amused. Even though she still really loved her junk food and her thoroughly scripted 'reality' dramas. In fact she loved them more than she did most people.

But anyway, she could appreciate variety. So she stepped closer to him. "Extra casual with biting it is."

Hey, Kanan had a healthy appreciation for bad holos and worse alcohol. He could relate.

But for now he was smiling, making his way over to her, and reaching to loop his arms around her waist.

"Excellent," he said, and then leaned down for a kiss.

It was rapidly turning out Sarah had a Thing for arms around her waist, which she had completely forgotten about for several years now. It was a... It was a pleasant feeling. One that made her reach up and loop her own arms around his neck, in turn. Just because it just made sense.

Not to mention responding to the kiss. That made more sense than anything else in this situation. Kissing him back like there'd been alk of biting and extreme casualwear.

Yes.

Hey, if she had a Thing for arms around her waist, that suited Kanan just fine. Almost as well as the kissing suited him, really. Especially kissing that involved biting, because he wasn't here to be disappointing right out of the gate, after all. And with a certain amount of shamelessness, a certain amount of forwardness was bound to follow.

So, kissing back. The bitey sort, at that, as Kanan contemplated the many fun and varied ways to help her get more comfortable.

Meanwhile, Sarah was wondering whether to just drag him back to her bedroom straight away, this time. Along with a couple of other options. She had all kinds of thoughts right now, see, and all blissfully unrelated to the current political climate. So that was fun.

So was the biting, which made her muffle a laugh against his mouth and then try and repay the bites along his bottom lip. Some teasing, some a little more harsh.

Hey, if there was one thing Kanan was always good for, it was distractions from current political climates.

It was kind of the story of his life, really.

He smiled as her teeth caught his lip, a chuckle somewhere deep in his chest, and let his hands go for a meander. A slightly more bold meander this time around than before, already toying with the bottom of her t-shirt, sneaking up underneath the fabric to rest his hands against the skin of her lower back.

Sarah did not disapprove of that, not one bit. Bolder was better. Her reciprocation came with the sharp edge of one of her nails dragging down along the back of his neck, continuing down just a little bit under the collar of his shirt.

Sadly, the expanse of his back would have to wait.

That was fine. Kanan's back was a very patient back. Generally. The night was still young at any rate, and decided to show his appreciation of that fingernail with his fingers, massaging at the small of her back, working his hands upwards under her shirt from there.

So, bitey kisses and a back massage. Not a bad trade-off from political conversation there, right?

Good enough that Sarah hummed and kind of tried leaning back into the touching, no less.

And the kissing was nice but variety was the spice of life, so she let his lips be for a moment, in favour of ducking down and nipping at his jaw and the side of his neck. Just a little. Just lightly.

Oh, that was a good little detour there, wasn't it? Kanan smiled, leaning his head just a little, just slightly, and let his fingertips press into her shoulders, her t-shirt bunching up around his elbows. He gave a little hum of approval, pressing his body that little bit closer to hers.

"Nice little detour," he said as he did so. "Remind me to rub your back more often."

Which he'd happily do any time, really.

Wasn't it a great thing that she'd deemed wearing a bra absurdly pointless and skipped it today? Because she was definitely thinking it was.

She laughed against his neck; a quiet, throaty sound, accompanied by a puff of air. The tip of her tongue gave his neck a little flick of a lick before she answered. "Oh, those are some dangerous words, there..."

"You say that like I'm supposed to somehow be worried," Kanan chuckled, very much appreciating that lack of a bra. It was giving him all sorts of fun ideas for later, as it was. "You know I'm going to be flattered if you start demanding back rubs at all hours, right?"

Back rubs. 'Back rubs.' Whichever. Both.

"Well, 's not like it'd make for a very long trip for you, I suppose," Sarah relented with a sigh. "And it's not like you should think it'd ever actually end with just a bloody back rub, either."

She was a realist, goddammit. Also perhaps about to be a little shameless. She could only lazily nuzzle something for so long before she had to balance it back out.

"I mean for fuck's sake, if I was laid out after a good proper back massage, I wouldn't give half a damn what you did with me afterwards."

"Well, there's something for me to keep in mind," Kanan said, because shamelessness was strong with these two, clearly. "Might become a new favorite pastime of mine."

All of it.

"If it ends with a back rub, I've done something wrong and need to rethink my... everything."

Speaking of, he was putting way too much time into talking, and not nearly enough time into leaning down and kissing the hell out of her some more.

Sarah didn't necessarily agree that too much time could be put into talking, but then again when there was someone kissing the hell out of her, she couldn't really claim to mind.

So he was just getting as good as he was giving, now. When it came to the kissing. Other than that, she was giving him kind of a subtle nudge towards the door. They could probably find some fun, non-kitchen place for all this.

There were probably much more comfortable places than the countertop for this sort of thing, yes. Kanan was quite willing to let himself be nudged. Being nudged and kissing all at the same time, for that matter, because he was a karking multi-tasker.

If only he nurtured his Force abilities the same way he nurtured his ability to walk and be amorous at the same time.

Once he found a break in the kissing, he leaned back slightly, grinning at her.

"So, which place would be the best place for one of those back rubs?"

"Bedroom?" Sarah offered, smirking. "I know it's a bit traditional and boring as far as choices go, but it also gets the job done."

Also note she'd only called the choice of venue traditional and boring. Not anything that'd happen there, because last time said that wouldn't get boring.

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