gunsforhire | LOG: You're like an old perfume

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LOG: You're like an old perfume

Who: Agent Florida (native) and Agent Texas (native)
What: After breaking some of the Ai boys the day before, Tex is updating her informant on the new details learned.
Where: Tex's room in the For Hire base
When: Late 4/26
Warnings: Family drama, possible suggestive language/cursing

She's not sure yet how much of the recordings she's going to show Florida or how much to tell him, but he's her best way of finding out any other information and hell. Part of her trusts him. They have an agreement to keep anything said in their rooms and that house of his between the two of them and she knows his word is as good as a written contract.

Even with a day to process, the whole thing is a damn mess. Even more so after she got the signing translations from Maine. How could they have a namesign for someone they didn't know existed? And why were they repeating the same phrases over and over? She hates to admit it, but she could use a sounding board right now. Somehow Florida is stepping into that roll, if he's even that invested in this trail of searches.

She's sitting on the edge of her bed, tablet in hand, as she presses the button on that box he gave her. Now all there is to do is wait.

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"He's going to sing while he's at it." That's a promise, one she looks very much towards fulfilling regardless of what DNA results turn up. He's done enough damage without adding her to the list.

She takes her first real look at the tray, only just now realizing he brought snacks along with drinks, and begins to pick at the vegetables. "Thanks."

"Think nothing of it," Florida smiles, taking one of his cookies and munching on it. "Should I still look into you? In case this doesn't pan out?"

He wants to keep looking, try and figure out all of this for her. "And... do I keep looking for this Alpha?"

"Yeah, don't drop any of the searches that you have going on right now in case something comes up." She's not putting all her hopes on one thing panning out. Hopes she shouldn't even have right now if she hadn't started poking around and asking questions.

"I'm going to have one helluva a bill from you for this after."

"I suppose you will," he laughs, finishing his cookie. "Shall I go now, Reina? Do you have any more need of me?"

He doesn't know. She seems so... fragile, and that isn't what he's used to dealing with.

That question gives her pause and eventually she shrugs. She doesn't want to be alone, but being this kind of vulnerable in front of another person isn't exactly her favorite feeling either. This isn't baggage Florida signed on for and she's not going to make him deal with it if he doesn't want to.

"Stay or go, your choice."

He hesitates, thinks back to his conversations with Lou. Then he reaches out, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Do you need to destress?"

"If you mean fuck, can't say I'm much in the mood," she replies with a snort. Still, the touch is reassuring and she leans lightly into his hold.

"No, I don't mean fuck," Florida answers. "I mean letting go. Getting the problem out of your head. Focusing only on the immediacy of a moment."

He'd suggest rope, but he doubts it. "Lay down, let me rub your back."

"How pathetic do I look right now?" It must be more than she thought. She has another drink of her coffee before setting it down on the tray. Regardless of his reasons, it sounds damn nice given how good his last massage felt.

"If you're offering... You'll need to move the tray first."

"You look worn out," Florida answers, standing and picking up the tray to move it. He quickly starts to roll up his sleeves. "Just focus on me and my hands and what they can do for you, okay mi reina?"

"Worn out is an understatement," she grumbles. Once the tray is out of the way, she settles in on her bed so he can do whatever he needs to. "If you can make me forget about this bullshit, I'm yours for the rest of the night."

"That's an incentive," Florida chuckles, flexing his fingers before smiling and moving her hair, her beautiful golden hair, away from her neck. "I love your hair, dear. Your lovely golden hair."

That word again. Gold. That's what they referred to Beta as and she has to wonder how much she looks like this Beta if she isn't actually her. "I'm starting to think my hair is your favorite part about me."

"Oh, I love your skin too," Florida answers, his fingers stroking the back of her neck. "And may I say that you have some of the most stunning eyes I've ever known."

That both creep him out and make him smile. "You're a work of art, one I love the look of."

"Play your cards right and I'll consider leaving my contacts out when it's just us." He already knows her eye color, after all. No point in hiding it around him and it's almost... relieving to not have to wear them all the time anymore.

"I'd say you look good for your age too, but you haven't told me how old you are." The words are teasing. All she knows is he's older after that it's a crap shoot of a guess.

"Remind me to deal myself only winning hands," he laughs, his hands coming down to start on her shoulders through her shirt.

But he smiles when she can't see him and nods. "Oh yes, I look great for my age."

"I didn't think you dealt yourself anything else," she remarks. Her eyes slip close as he begins. After their romp, there's trust there and any tenseness within her body is from the recent conversations with the Ai family and not from having him above her and at her back. He wouldn't break that trust now.

"So. Is there anybody around that knows your real age?"

Finding her more relaxed than the last time, Florida shifts so he straddles Tex's waist to get a better angle on her back.

"No," Florida admits cheerfully. "The only man with any real idea of it I killed a while back."

And his master had deserved it.

If only she'd taken her shirt off so he could get at her muscles without the fabric in the way. She glances over her shoulder and reaches down to grab the hem in an attempt to get it out of the way.

"Sounds like there's a story that goes with that," she offers. If he wants to share. If not, that's his choice.

"More than one," Florida agrees, his tone suggesting that prying would be a bad choice. "Trying to get your shirt off? I assure you there's no funny business going on here. I just want you to relax."

Maybe... she can forget her problems easier if Florida shares his. He's not sure he's willing to bare himself like that, though. Maybe he can make something up.

She knows that tone, it's the same one she uses when the wrong people start pestering her for details. That's fine. There's still the issue of her shirt and with him on her waist, it makes it harder to maneuver to get it off.

"I want it off because you can give a better massage without it in the way," she says plainly. She's nothing if not practical and if she's getting a massage, she should get the most out of it.

"Of course, mi reina," he agrees, getting off of her and moving to work the shirt up her body because hey, he's a helpful guy... and he can't get enough of her skin. "Do you have any lotion? That will make this easier."

She tosses the shirt out of the way. It's her room, she'll find it later. At his question, she motions towards her desk. "Same drawer I kept my contacts in. It's nothing like your oils."

The lotion he'll find is high-quality, but unscented, it's only purpose to keep her skin from getting dry.

"Of course not, those are hand blended," Florida chuckles as he gets up to retrieve the lotion. Still, when he gets it out he's impressed by the quality. "Oh yes, this will do nicely."

He returns to the bed and spreads lotion over his hands. "May I resume?"

"You should keep a few vials of oil here if you plan to be doing this often." Would make this a lot easier. She settles back down and motions for him to come back.

"You've been invited," she teases.

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