LOG: A Little TLC

[the_informant]

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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[soldierinblack]

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?"

[the_informant]

"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?"

[soldierinblack]

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."

[the_informant]

"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.

[soldierinblack]

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.

[the_informant]

"And here I hear it called a social lubricant," Florida answers, leaning into the touch of her fingers.

They don't seem like they're going to talk about the foolishness of his kiss. Good. He doesn't want to think about that. Kissing her body, her neck, that's part and parcel for the relationship they've developed. The lips? That's for people he's trying to get something from.

[soldierinblack]

"Yeah, you're not going to need a lubricant for anything tonight," she teases. Her fingers continue to stroke his hair. Being close to someone for a change is nice and she's not in a mood to question any of it. It's far easier to go with what feels right. Thinking can come later.

She pulls him in closer for a longer kiss as she steps back towards the couch.

[the_informant]

He's not sure what it is that is more captivating. The kiss, the words, or the way she seems to know what she wants. Sure, he'd theorized this might happen tonight, but that's different from actually having her here, wanting him.

More than familiar with the layout of his own safehouse, Florida quickly figures out where she's guiding them and he presses her that way, just before turning them at the last moment so he can sit down and pull her into his lap. They won't stay like this long, they never do, but she looks amazing with the overhead light filling her hair and making it like spun gold.

[soldierinblack]

Oh good, he knows exactly what to do. That makes this a lot easier. She gladly straddles his hips and rests a hand on the back of the couch on either side of him. He looks damn good beneath her and she wishes his shoulder and hands weren't hurt so she wouldn't have to worry about harming him further.

"If I'm not hungry now, I'll be after this," she murmurs as her eyes trace his figure.

[the_informant]

"This counts as a form of hunger," Florida purrs hungrily. "God knows I'm feeling it. I've missed you, my sweet queen."

This whole time has been a mess. He hasn't had the time with her that he's wanted to have. It's only through time that he can answer the question in his head that is Tex.

[soldierinblack]

"You only have to call, you know. I'm not attached to my room on base." It's home in the loosest meaning of the word, but she's a wanderer at heart.

She brushes his hair out of his face and tucks it behind his ear. This close it's hard not to get a better look at his face even after how upset it made him last time. She can see the tell-tale sign of the make-up he uses despite its artful application and she smiles softly at the sight. It makes him more human and less the mythical figure that is the Informant.

[the_informant]

"You're looking closely," Florida whispers, looking away from her. "I don't want you to judge me for my age, Tex. Please..."

[soldierinblack]

"I'm not judging," she replies with a sigh. "Do you think I'd be here if I cared? Just... Look at me." She cups his chin and if he'll let her, she'll turn him towards her.

"I like you. Every part of you. That includes your face."

[the_informant]

"I'm not for looking at closely," Florida says, but... Well, she seems okay with it. And he thinks maybe he can handle that. "There are people who accuse me of being terrible. Unable to be liked."

[soldierinblack]

"You've heard the shit I've done," she replies with a snort. "You really think people would believe them if you told them how I am here?" Most assholes run away or take cover when they hear they're up against her on a job.

[the_informant]

"And most people would laugh at the idea of someone going by 'the Informant' being dangerous," Florida points out. "Hell, it's not even my assassination name. Captain gets that. And then the Flower..."

He hasn't used that name since... Well, anyway, it is what it is. "I like you here, Tex. I haven't felt connected to people in a while. Since the last time I tried. And look how that went."

[soldierinblack]

He sure has a long list of titles he goes by. Not that it matters. Mercenary work isn't for the faint of heart and she's done plenty most people wouldn't want to speak of.

"It's going pretty well this time," she replies and presses her lips against his forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, Ed. I'm fine right where I am."

[the_informant]

"Call me Ed again," he asks quietly. He's never heard anyone but her use the name, and it means a lot to hear it.

His arms wrap around her waist to hold her close.

[soldierinblack]

"You want me to call it out, scream it tonight?" she counters with a smirk and rocks her hips against his. Who knew his name would have his much of an effect. "Because I will if you want, Ed."

[the_informant]

Oh now wasn't that an amusing idea. He laughs and shakes his head.

"That really isn't necessary, Reina," he smiles up at her, doing his best to keep from making any noises over the movement of her hips. "It's not about that, Tex. It's about the reassurance of it. No one has called me that in a long time. I like the sound of it in your voice."

[soldierinblack]

"Thought I'd offer." She rests her hands on his shoulder as she keeps her forehead pressed against his. "It's a good name for you. I like it a lot more than Florida."

[the_informant]

"Then it's all yours, my queen," Florida smiles up at her, a hand coming up to curl in her hair. "Now, let's see if we can't make it fall from your lips as a plea."

[soldierinblack]

"You'll have to coax it from me then," she challenges. The hand is promising and rough sex is not something she will complain about. "You better be willing to prepare dinner late."

[the_informant]

"Late?" Florida asks, his voice low and teasing. "I intend to satisfy my hunger right now."

With that he twists them so she's lying on the couch under him, and he smiles down at her as his hands stroke down her sides. "You're a nice, full meal for me."

[soldierinblack]

That sounds like a promise she wants to see fulfilled and she lets their positions be reversed.

"One of these days, it'll be your turn to beg beneath me," she teases and despite her next words, she's already reaching to pull her shirt off. "You've got two seconds to get my clothes off before I do it myself."