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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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.

"I happen to have a great respect for tradition," Kanan replied, smirking right back. "Anyway, nobody says I'm going to be paying attention to the room. Lead on."

Really, if he was checking out their surroundings more than present company, he was seriously messing something up.

On that point, they were in total and complete agreement.

Sarah pulled back and away from him, but only so she could take him by the hand and lead him through the living room, over to the bedroom. "Yes, you better focus on things that matter."

Oooh, by the hand? Well, Kanan was feeling practically doted upon, now. Not many people took him by the hand for anything, especially not to lead him to their room for backrubs and other activities. He certainly wasn't complaining, mind. He was following along, a faintly intrigued, mostly amused look on his face as he held on right back.

"I mean, honestly," he mused, "if I start paying attention to the wrong thing, I'll probably have at least a smack coming to me, won't I?"

Because hi, Sarah was right there.

"Oh, more than just a smack," she told him as they made it into her bedroom, and she turned to face him again. "Well, as long as there's been a safeword picked in advance."

She was kidding! ... Mostly.

"Welcome to the bedroom."

Safeword, huh? Kanan was certainly not about to complain about that.

"You know, every time you take me on a tour of your apartment, it gets better and better," he mused. "Does a tour of the bedroom involve a stop at the bed, by any chance?"

"Of course." She could even go ahead and give him a tug towards said bed right now. "'S sort of the main attraction, isn't it?"

"Oh, no, it's most definitely a runner up." This statement had to be accompanied by a leer, so that there would be no question at all that Kanan was referring to Sarah as the main attraction, of course. "But I'll be more than happy to have a closer look all the same."

Yes, there was certainly no mistaking that thing they were stopping at for anything other than a bed. There was also no mistaking the way he was reaching to pull up on her t-shirt for anything other than an offer to help her change into something more casual.

In a truly surprising turn of events... Sarah did not object. In fact, she held up her arms to make it that much easier. Extra casual was a good goal, and one that she and her braless state were well prepared for.

"Feel free to take a closer look at anything you want."

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