gunsforhire | 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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"What, no engraving on it? I'm hurt," Florida teases as he returns to straddling her. "I'll see about hiding some oils here."

Nothing flowery. He's already decided they can't stack up to her. Herbal scents, on the other hand, he might enjoy working those into her skin. Maybe fruits. He has a lovely lemongrass one that he thinks would do wonderful things for her.

"And I'm not planning on doing this often. I don't frequently give free massages out. Don't expect them without pay unless forewarned."

"If you think I'm getting that engraved on my ass or something, you'll be waiting a long time. And I already told you I'd be willing to pay," she replies with a light snort. Hell, she's surprised she's even getting a second free massage this week. Even if this is the one time she could really use it.

"I don't expect you to coddle and spoil me." Nor does she want him to.

Florida can't help but lean forward to whisper in her ear.

"I don't wish to coddle. I wish to help a friend. And... perhaps spoil a lover the littlest bit. But I will stop if you really want."

He hopes she doesn't want. He doesn't get magnanimous must for the sake of it often. Even his cooking and knitting for people here has ulterior motives. To make them like him despite what they know. To make them comfortable. To keep the peace.

The feel of his breath against her ear causes her to shiver.

"You don't have to stop, but I'm not expecting it of you. That's all." No expectations, something she thought he'd appreciate. They aren't dating, after all. She'll accept what he offers and save her demands for that house of his.

"Wonderful," Florida almost purrs in her ear before pulling back keep rubbing her shoulders. "Every now and then I might be kind to you for my own sake. And you'll indulge an old man."

He chuckles and focuses on her shoulders. "I'm doing this for free because I expect to help. But I'm charging double for the next."

She rolls her eyes as he pulls back, but she's smirking.

"You said old, not me. I'm surprised you can even keep up." There's a small hum of approval as he works out a particularly tough knot. "Even at twice the price, this is worth paying for."

"Oh, I assure you that my age, while there, will not hamper me for anything," Florida assures her, leaning down to kiss her shoulder before going back to work. "And you get to benefit from my experience."

"And equipment," she adds. That is a huge perk to have stumbled upon and she didn't even have to maintain any of it. "I'm already looking forward to our second date. You're good at what you do."

"You're just using me for my gear," he laughs happily. "I don't mind either. But pick a time and I'll see if I can make an appointment. And who knows, maybe you'll even let me get beyond cuffs next time."

"Tomorrow at seven." She should have her head on straight by then, right? "If I need to cancel, I'll let you know a few hours in advance. You did what I wanted last time, so if you have something already picked out to try I'll muster up the patience for suspension."

Never mind that's something she wants to try, anyway.

"Not ready for suspension yet," he chuckles. "But tomorrow night I'll tie my queen up in a pretty bow."

He presses his hands down her spine. "Tell me when my hands get too low."

"I didn't think you'd want to wait. Bow it is then." There's a small smile at the use of queen. She could get used to that. Maybe she should cook up a nickname to use for him.

"Don't go below the skin already exposed and you'll get to keep your hands."

"I do so love my hands," he laughs. "They get me into and out of so much trouble."

He behaves though, getting more lotion for his hands. "Once I'm done here you should take an nice shower to finish your unwinding. Or find someone to beat up."

"I'm starting to grow fond of them too," she teases. "I was already planning to go to the training room after this, maybe lasso one of the others into getting their ass handed to them."

"I suggest North. He'll give you the best workout," Florida smiles. "And he can handle your punches."

He stretches and lifts his hands from her. "Time for me to move on, reina."

"Don't let me keep you. If I have any more updates I'll pass them along and I'll meet up with you tomorrow." She feels better. More rejuvenated. She'll get to the bottom of whether or not this is her missing family and Florida's help will make it easier. Nothing she can do until she knows for sure.

She props herself up on her elbows to watch him as he gets ready to leave. She's not one for gratitude and knows there's still a game to be played. He's already expressed he sees having her on his side is a benefit, but still. He's doing more than he needs to if he's merely hoping to solidify a professional partnership.

"And thanks. For today."

Florida smiles softly at her and nods as he lifts the tray he'd brought in.

"I'm your friend. And here to help."

With that he winks and heads to the door.

LOG: You're like an old perfume

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