gunsforhire | LOG: A Little TLC

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LOG: A Little TLC

Who: Agent Texas (Native), Agent Florida (Native)
What: Relaxing in the safety of a safehouse
Where: One of Florida's safehouses
When: 5/13, evening
Warnings: Adult situations, definite Florida trying to process human emotions, later nsfwish content

It's been the strangest few weeks, Florida decided a long time past. But here he was now, stretched out on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He's got two vat-meat steaks out, defrosting, he's got roasted potatoes ready for the oven, in fact, he's mostly got a rehash of the first meal he made for Tex (lower quality of course), waiting in the wings for the finishing touches. Minus the mousse. That just takes too long.

And added in? Beers chilling in the fridge. Beers he thinks he might partake in himself.

So much of the recent past has been stressful. More of it has been confusing. He's still trying to get his brain around how far he goes for Louisiana, a woman who will hate him soon enough. Another part wonders why she really saved him from that shipping container, and if he would have died without her. He ponders thankfulness and fear, insomnia and rest, and even the whole fiasco where he threatened to murder Maine and his boyfriend just to get to Lou...

Which only reminds him of the other complication in his life. At least he understands Lou on some level. Surely that is some deeply buried paternal instinct activating around her. A father fiercely loyal and protective, willing to take on all comers for his young. Actually, that sounds more maternal except in humans. Oh well.

But Tex?

There's a question. All the money. All the grief. A lot of the problems start and end with a woman that until recently he hadn't seen for a good long time. And now here he is, opening one of his safe havens to her when he isn't even going to get any physical pleasure out of it.

Where has he gone wrong?

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"Enchanting, huh? I like that better than the screaming mess I hear after I met new people." Usually because they are in the process of dying, but details.

If he's going to keep playing with her hair, she's going to make herself comfortable against his side.

"So... why not go to your own safehouse. I assume you have one in town. Were you just that eager for my absolutely charming company?"

He has no more idea why she's here than why he allowed it. Sure, there are reasons he could enjoy her company, things he could want from it, but in this moment, he doesn't. What he wants is another day or two to get back on his feet before returning to the base. Days of rest and relaxation.

And possibly paying Omega to go to get groceries for him, when he's certain Tex won't be around.

Why is she here? It was the first place she thought of when she wanted time away from base, but he's right. She has her own safe houses.

She shrugs and shifts slightly against him. "I guess I was. You can tell me to go if that's a problem."

"It's not," Florida laughs, shaking his head. "I like the company. I mean, I don't think the walls are about to close around me, but I'm supposed to be a social creature, you know?"

"Like any company or just mine?" His life is private, she doesn't see him running around with anyone else. But he has this set up for reasons beyond her.

"It's part of what I'm supposed to do," Florida points out. "I'm not only a person who information is sold to or bought from. I spread rumors. Any night I'm not on a job or injured, I'm out spreading good will and good times, and all the tastiest rumors."

It's part of the reason he has so many disguises. "But your company is a special treat."

That's good to hear. Even if she's not sure what she wants out of this.

"Too bad there's not more nights you're free," she replies and rests a hand on his knee.

"I can always make time for you, mi reina," Florida answers, his hand moving to cover hers. "For teamwork building exercises."

He chuckles at his own silly comment.

"Is that what we're calling it now?" She watches their hands for a moment before letting her head rest on his shoulder.

"Part of me was hoping you'd wear me out tonight. I'd like to avoid a sleepless night."

"If you need me to wear you out, I can do my best," Florida offers. "But I warn you, my shoulder isn't up to full force."

He'd almost reopened the wound going through the people he had needed to for the money. Even now his shoulder is sore, but he doesn't think he much minds her leaning against it. "But no matter what it takes, I'll see you rest well tonight."

This is... strange. The way they are right now. It's... Well, the only word Florida can come up with is 'intimate' which doesn't make sense. Neither of them should be so relaxed around the other.

"Doesn't have to be a full show. You..." What word is she looking for? She sighs before continuing. "You help. Don't push yourself."

This is nice. Nicer than it should be. But she needs this right now and something about him outs her at ease when they're alone like this.

"Thanks," she mutters.

Help. Yeah, that's a lot of what he thought of her.

He can't help but lean in and kiss her cheek. "Of course, anything for you, mi reina. Whatever you want or need, I shall try to provide. You know, to make up for being one of the problems you had to deal with."

That's more affectionate than she's used to from him. She can't say she minds and manages a small smile.

"You were one of the easier ones to handle. The rest of my problems won't be going away anytime soon."

"And I will?" Florida laughs lightly. "Do you think so little of me?"

"I don't think of you as a problem when you're in your right mind. Should I?" she asks flatly.

"No," Florida admits. "If it helps at all... I begin to think if something happened to you, I might not be in my right mind either. I've grown fond of your disapproving looks."

If only her family agreed with that sentiment.

"I can give you a few more if it'd help seal the deal. I won't even charge."

"I like the sound of that."

Almost as much as he likes her smirk. He reaches out and can't help but touch the corner of it with his gloved fingers.

"Have I told you yet that you have the most lovely lips?"

She turns her head just enough to nip at the tip of a finger. Compliments are something she'll never get tired of hearing.

"I've heard good thinks about my hair and skin, but not my lips."

"Now now," Florida chuckles, "no biting my poor, tender fingers. They are hurt you silly goose."

He smiles and stands, offering Tex his hand. "Every bit of you is a wonder, Texas."

She accepts his hand, keeping her hold on it light as she stands up. The state of his hands is something to keep in mind.

"And you're lucky enough to see every bit of it. Even keep some mementos. Did you ever get that burn safe you were talking about?"

"Yes," Florida confirms. "I have it stored in a secret area of this house. Very secure."

That gets his hopes of, of course. If only his shoulder could keep up. He smiles as he pulls Tex close. "Did you want one of those beers?"

Well, if he's going to pull her close she'll just have to wrap her arms around his neck and press up against him.

"I want a few of them, but I'll start with the one," she answers and presses her forehead against his. "Later you'll have to show me where you keep this safe of yours hidden."

"Of course," Florida chuckles. He likes the proximity with her. She's so good to him.

And she just looks so...

Florida tilts his head to the side and kisses her. More of a peck on the lips than anything, but it's there, and after he isn't sure why he did it. Just that he refuses to regret it.

He said nothing about being gentle with his lips and she playfully nips at them as he pulls back. Coming here had been the right choice, she's already feeling a helluva lot better and distracted from the other bullshit going on in her life.

"The beer can wait," she suggests as her fingers intertwine with his hair.

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