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[It's rare that he's not thinking about anything at all: there have even been times when the solution to a case, the moment where everything clicks together, has come to him in a dream. But as Texas shouts and scratches his shoulder and shudders around him, conscious thought and calculation are gone, replaced with pure sensation.

Her orgasm brings him that much closer to his own. When she starts to kiss him again, his arms go around her back. He presses up into her three times in quick succession, each time a little more firmly. The third time, he holds his postion, shudders all over, and moans into her mouth, more flooded with ecstasy than he would ever have assumed possible.

It's different than the previous night, and far better. He clings to her as he rides it out. When it ends, he stares at her for a long moment, then collapses back against the wall, looking stunned.]

[ She can feel him coming inside of her, and his grip on her is ironclad, making the effect of the whole thing on him unquestionable. She lets out a deep groan that seems to come from her core as he holds on to her, and when he collapses back, she leans in, running her hands over his chest and his neck and arms to soothe him. She sees now that with the way she's been biting and sucking at his skin there are a number of marks on his pale skin. Her breathing is heavy, but beginning to slow. ]

You're so hot.

[ Not a view she had of him when they first met, with his dark circles and stooped posture, but his ability to drive her wild with desire has turned her view of him on its head. She leans in to rest her head on his shoulder, kissing lightly at his neck and running her fingers over his throat. ]

I gave you a bunch of hickeys.

[ It's not an apology, but the sentiment is there in her touch. ]

Are you sure it's me?

[Meaning: you might be the one who's hot. Or maybe they are together... at least some of this has to be chalked up to individual chemistry.

His breathing is still going back to normal, and he feels incapable of much thought or movement. He's heavy and relaxed and completely sated, pinned under her, not very interested in moving. How had he never understood before how he would take to this?

When she rests her head on his shoulder, he curls his arm and runs his fingers through her silky brown hair, resting his hand against the back of her head.]

I don't mind the hickeys. Even if I did... they'll probably be gone tomorrow.

[ She lets out a pleased sound at the implied compliment, a slight chuckle. She doesn't mind cuddling with him right here, in this position, and she knows he won't protest it either. She refolds her knees, settling her ass into the space between his legs, and lays on his chest. ]

No point in minding them. I'll probably just end up giving you more later.

[ She closes her eyes at the sensation of him running his fingers through her hair. The sex with Wash had been nice, but sex with Ryuuzaki fits her proclivities so well, she decides right here that if she ends up needing to choose it's going to be Ryuuzaki. Not that shes going to volunteer the fact that she arranged to enter into a long-term sexual relationship with Wash. Ryuuzaki has no reason to be jealous. ]

Do you usually like to make out after sex?

It depends on the variables. With you... I just can't get enough of you.

[Not today, anyway. He arranges his arms around her, then angles his head down to kiss her.

If he projects theoretical liaisons, he can assume that there are times when he might want to leave someone after a few minutes of winding down, or times when he might want to stay all night... but those are all new thoughts, new ideas. Is his partner attractive, but irritating? Did it go badly? Conversely, if it went well, how well did it go, how much does his partner suit him, how emotionally invested in her is he?]

I'm getting the impression that you do.

You are?

[ She hasn't had that many sexual experiences, and until the last two days they'd all been with Church, but she wouldn't have thought of herself as someone who needed a lot of cuddling after an encounter. Cuddling with Church meant something else, and she wouldn't have expected that to extend to sexual experiences with others. Yet she doesn't want to remove herself from Ryuuzaki's presence yet, nor from his touch. And her experience with Wash yesterday had been much the same. ]

Maybe you're right. At least after something that good.

[ She nudges his chin with her fingers, turning his head at the correct angle where he can kiss her where her head rests on his chest. ]

I am. Is there another reason why you'd ask me to begin with?

[He lets her turn his head, then kisses her deeply. There had been some of this, earlier, but most of what had happened between them hadn't really allowed it. These kisses are deeper and more apparently intimate.

For the rest, that's how his mind works. He had kissed her, but the night before, he had been too dazed -- and too tired from holding her up against the wall -- to do much more than that, and then there had been a party to get to. If she's asking, then the thing she's asking about is likely to be the thing she's missing. And since he has nowhere to be and no particular urge to leave her, it's easy to give her what she wants... except when it's more fun not to, which is not the case at the moment.]

I'm not sure whether or not this will continue, but I think it might be better if we were on a first-name basis.

[That's true.]

Call me Daniel.

[ -- That's not.]

[ She mutters her response through the kiss. ]

I just wanted to give you what you wanted.

[ Which in itself is an odd thing for her to feel, but now that it's been pointed out, it seems that had lined up with her own desires. In that case it turned out to be perfect. She kisses him, and she sighs contentedly through her nose.

And then he pulls back and shares his real name with her and she looks at him with a strange expression. It has nothing to do with learning he's been using a pseudonym with her, though—it has to do with the intimacy of sharing her own first name. Everyone who knows it also knows the history behind that name, and it meant different things when they used it—the sly way York had said it, or the smug way Wyoming had. But with him, none of that would be there. It would just be a name to him, and telling him would be a way to deepen their intimacy, and he's already shown good faith in sharing his. So she can't deny him this. Not after he shared his so willingly.

She swallows, and her expression shifts. She goes from looking nonplussed to something more open and relaxed. ]

Mine's Allison. No one ever calls me that, though. [ She runs her fingers lightly over his lips, looking thoughtful. She can't decide whether she wants to hear that from him during sex or if she'd prefer to remain Tex. ]

[He sees what seems like hesitation flicker over her face, before she relaxes and gives him a name. There have probably been too many people from her world around for this to be a lie, but it doesn't really matter that much if it is -- it isn't a danger to him. He goes through life not telling the whole truth to people and assuming that they may also not be telling the whole truth. The important thing is determining when that's significant. She could be Sadie or Jane or Rosa or Michiko and it wouldn't ultimately affect their chemistry.

It's interesting that she wants to please him. It seems sentimental, for what he knows of her and for the way they've come together, but he likes it.

He tries to take her fingertips into his mouth.]

I'll call you whatever you want me to call you, Allison.

[ She slips her fingers in his mouth after he speaks, rubbing lightly at his tongue with the end of her middle finger. She likes the sound of that in his accent. It makes it mean something different. ]

Tex or Allison. Either's fine.

[ She tilts her head, back to resting it on his shoulder. Her breathing is now normal, slow and even, and she closes her eyes, relaxing. She moves her hand from his mouth to his cheek, and then to his scalp, feeling around for the texture of his skin and hair. She thinks for a moment about how she'd gotten on Church's case for letting his hair grow, how she'd harassed him into getting his hair cut, when it hadn't even been as long as Daniel's is now.

But that's just how things were between her and Church—always combative, always with some issue going on between them. The first time she'd had sex with Church in his human body here in this universe she'd immediately kicked him out of the room, barely even spending any time cuddling with him like this. She'd had her reasons for doing that. But maybe, maybe she shouldn't have. She caresses the side of Daniel's head. Why is she even thinking about Church? Church is gone. He's gone a second time from this universe, and she's left here, and she's making the most of it, enjoying her body's pleasures with no guilt, no guilt at all. She doesn't need to remain loyal to Church when they'd never even solidified what their relationship was.

This line of thought is frustrating her. She thumbs at Daniel's cheek, then sits up and looks into his face. Church isn't here. Church isn't here. ]

Were you planning to go back and work after this?

[ It's going to be immediately apparent what she hopes his answer is; while she waits for him to answer her hand is traveling downward between them and she starts playing with the hair below his navel. ]

[He'll call her Allison in private until she tells him not to. Her hand in his hair, rubbing his scalp and his cheek... that feels very intimate. As her hand moves, there are times he leans into her fingers.

When she asks whether not he's going back to work, he looks at her, eyebrows slightly raised. It widens his eyes and gives him a speculative expression.]

Oh, as it happens, I'm busy with you... I really hadn't made any other plans.

You wanted me to go...?

[That last bit is teasing. It's clear she doesn't want him to leave by the way she's touching his groin.]

I think it's going to be a while before I'm good for anything else, though. Is it possible for us to have dinner in here?

[The natives may be friendly and hospitable, but they haven't necessarily offered room service. What a shame.

More seriously, he doesn't want to leave. There's a temptation to spin this encounter out for hours.]

Oh, gee. I didn't mean to wear you out.

[ That's a complete lie. She very much meant to wear him out, and her tone is teasing and light, expressed with a smirk. ]

We can go find dinner and bring it back.

[ Strangely, the idea of sitting and having dinner with him is much more intimate than having sex was. A meal means they will be staying in each other's company; they'll probably converse. They'll talk about themselves. It'll be like a date.

Weird.

She withdraws a bit, hooking her feet on the inside of his thighs and scooting back. ]

I have a towel we can use to clean up.

[ But she doesn't pull away any further, wondering whether he's quite ready to disengage. She's not going to lean in to kiss him but if he pulls her back, she won't protest. ]

[He pulls her back. She's right there: why not kiss her? They'll need to eat something eventually, but it will be there later.]

I don't believe that you don't want to wear me out.

We could borrow some dice.

[Wider eyes make his expression even more speculative. The implication is not that they might play a normal game.]

[ She slides right on back against him when he does that, putting her hands on his biceps and holding on to them with a firm grip. This indulgence feels good, and his clear desire to keep her close feeds into that.

When he mentions the dice she studies his face with a slight smirk. She doesn't buy the wide-eyed innocence for one second. ]

What do the numbers mean, hm? For what you have in mind?

[ She works her thumbs against his muscles. He's so wiry, but fit—she's used to seeing well-muscled men in Freelancer and she's not sure if it's his diet that causes him to be so thin or if it's just genetics. It's something to wonder about; apparently, because she is. ]

[He hadn't been sure what she'd been doing with her hands a little while earlier, but now that she's running her hands over his arms, concentrating on the biceps, he understands that she's feeling what musculature he has. It's leaner and lighter than that of a lot of the other men around -- leaner and lighter than hers in the body she's usually in.]

Whatever we decide they mean. I'll make a list on the MID so no one can cheat.

Mm. Six body parts and six acts, then?

[ She likes muscles, even when they're this wiry. He's fitter than Church had been in either of the bodies he's had on the Moira. She doesn't really know whether she's turned on again or turned on still, but feeling them out leads to her tilting her head and licking at his jaw again. No biting this time though—she only does that when she's ready to commit to the act, but Daniel has made it clear he wants dinner first. She completes the licking with a soft kiss to the corner of his jaw. ]

Either way we have to go get dressed, you know.

That would make it interesting, but we could assign two numbers each to three different things, if you wanted there to be less risk.

[He rolls his head back, presses his eyelids together, then looks at her again.]

Why?

[After a beat, he adds, with an expression of capitulation,]

Oh, all right. Give me the towel.

Less risk?

[ She hooks her finger under his chin. ]

What's the point without risking something?

[ She plants one more kiss on his mouth and then climbs off of him to get the towel, brushing the sash aside when it starts to tangle up in her feet. The towel is in the dresser, and she returns with it directly. ]

Here.

[He's almost smiling as he watches her walk across the room.]

Good. But you never have to do anything you don't want to do.

[It's interesting to him how they've agreed -- without really bothering to formally discuss it -- that this will be happening again, probably even tonight. How long it will last, though, remains to be seen. It's certainly something he's interested in exploring and experiencing.

When she hands him the towel, he dabs at everything that needs to be cleaned, then swings his legs over the side of the bed and peers around the floor for his trousers while holding the towel out to her.]

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That's what the safe word is for.

[ It should be notable she didn't feel the need to use it during their encounter. It's good that he's turned out to be this trustworthy, though, since her own safety in this situation has barely been on her mind. She certainly doesn't think of it now.

She uses the towel to clean between her legs and then she goes to the dresser—she hadn't bothered with a pair of underwear when she knew she was anticipating his arrival, but if they're going to be going off to obtain dinner she figures she ought to wear something under her dress.

Once she's dressed, she comes over to him and she hooks her arm in his. ]

We ought to talk more about those things. When we get back.

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[He watches her dress, eventually retrieving his shirt and fastening it up the front, then slipping on the soft shoes that he's been wearing from place to place, so that when she comes back, he's ready to go. There's an impulse to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, but he resists it, nodding once at her suggestion.]

We will, if you think there's anything else to discuss.

You know, I'm really in the mood for more of those little crisp things they do here with the berry centers. I wonder if they have them today.

[Those little crispy things probably don't constitute a meal for anyone else at the party: they're on the dessert table. Even so, there don't seem to be any animals around... where is all the food coming from? Is it really all vegan?]

[ He dresses up nice, even if she never saw him wearing anything like this on the ship. She gives him a crooked smile before beginning to lead the way. ]

Well, they've had them every other day we've been here. Let's go look.

[ The buffet tables aren't far from this building, and tonight's party is starting to come into full swing, with the aliens in the process of setting out plates of delectable treats. Tex wanders off from Ryuuzaki—she still thinks of him by that name outside the bedroom, apparently—and picks out a grilled salad and some bread for her supper. She's pleased that he mainly remains near her, picking out a plate of something as well, and they select some desserts on the way back to the building. They did indeed have the tarts he had been hoping to find, and she takes two, since he was recommending them.

It takes only a moment to swing by the gambling tables and procure a set of dice as well. It's as simple as asking the native who's hosting the table for a spare.

It's sort of a belated realization that the bedroom has nowhere to sit when they return, but that doesn't deter Tex. She simply sets her plates down on the floor and sits down in front of them, knees bent to one side, since she's in a dress. ]

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[He keeps an eye on her as they move through the tables of food. In the end, his selections are similar to hers, but the proportions are lopsided: much more dessert than salad or bread. He follows her back to the room and, after glancing around, sits across from her on the floor, perpendicular to her. One of his legs is extended in front of him, and the other is bent at the knee, pulled up to his chest.

After a few bites, he muses,]

I could get used to this food. I have to admit, I'm not in a hurry to leave.

[ She's never had occasion to pay attention to his diet, so she has no idea if this is typical. It seems odd that he'd be so thin when he eats this much dessert, but it's really none of her business. She nods at his statement, savoring a bite of bread. ]

I want to stay here, myself. Just...stay.

[He finishes one of the berry "tarts," then starts in on another.]

It hasn't been boring. Aside from that, no one has been enslaved, no one is slaughtering whales, no one is trying to kill us. If we can't get home, this probably wouldn't be a bad place to stay, particularly if we can manage to integrate into this society.

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