Take A Chance

[depthlesslock]

Who: Agent York (Native) and Sigma Ai
What: Time together
Where: York's safe house
When: Wednesday early afternoon
Warnings: Possible adult situations

York's got his green coat and helmet on as he drives down the road to pick Sigma up. Not that he thinks there's a secret agent at the uni looking for weaknesses amongst the For Hires and therefore could use Sigma against him if they're seen together. ...Well there might be. In any case, he's not going to take the risk so green it is. Maybe they'll think he's Delta if they don't get too close.

He pulls up outside the campus in the main parking lot just as the first students are trickling out. Turning off the engine and turning down the music, he gets out to wait for his boyfriend, humming happily and grinning as he scans the crowds, waving once he spots Sigma.

Comments

[ambitious_muse]

"I meant by Maine and Louisiana," he admits. "Or even Washington, if they aren't busy with their significant others. Guess I shouldn't joke about your security though."

[depthlesslock]

York grins as he picks the lock apart. 'They don't know where my safe houses are. Well Wash does, but the others don't. And I doubt Wash is gonna just turn up here out of the blue.'

[ambitious_muse]

"He probably has his own place for him and his girl," Sigma says.

This is the first time he's seen York work a lock. He watches, fascinated, as those deft fingers ease the lock open.

[depthlesslock]

He snickers. 'We all have at least two, I think. So I can wel imagine Wash taking her back to one at some point. Did you know I pick pocketed her the same day she met him?'

[ambitious_muse]

"You didn't," he says. "Did you know who she was? What's she like?"

[depthlesslock]

'I didn't. But I got Wash's number out with her wallet, so I had to give that back. She seems like a nice girl.' The lock finally gives and the door opens.

[ambitious_muse]

"Look at you, playing Cupid after the fact." He nudges his boyfriend. "He seems pretty sweet on her."

[depthlesslock]

'Hey have you seen Wash trying to chat up girls? I couldn't mess up the one who swapped numbers with him.' He nudges him back and leads him inside. The lock will reset itself behind them.

[ambitious_muse]

"I haven't," he says. "I may have missed my chance if she's as into him as he's into her." He lets York take his hand and guide him through the airlock.

[depthlesslock]

'He seemed pretty damn enthusiastic when he spoke about her,' he says, chuckling at the memory while the air cycles. 'I might have some recordings of him at Eagle and Asp though. They're golden.'

[ambitious_muse]

"I'll have to hear this, then," he says. He doesn't know Wash very well, but he's seen enough to be incredibly amused at the prospect.

[depthlesslock]

'Oh, you do. I'll try and find them sometime, but for now...' The airlock lets them through and York takes the green helmet off, setting on the nearby shelf. 'I have more important matters to see to.'

[ambitious_muse]

"Well, don't let me distract you." He hurries to remove his own helmet.

[depthlesslock]

York barely waits for Sigma to put his helmet down before grabbing him and kissing him hard. A week apart is too long. Way too long.

[ambitious_muse]

Clearly they had a similar idea in mind. Sigma slips his arms around York's waist and kisses back just as hard.

[depthlesslock]

York's own arms wrap tightly around Sigma, holding them close together as they try to get a week's worth of love out.

[ambitious_muse]

He leans up into the kiss, wishing he had never left. Maine stole him last week; now he's just making up for lost time. He stops the kiss long enough to nip at York's lower lip.

[depthlesslock]

A small moan escapes him at the scrape of teeth, but he only deepens the kiss, nipping Sigma back and teasing his tongue against the smaller man's lips.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma laughs, slipping his tongue out and along York's lips.

[depthlesslock]

York chuckles, the sound low in his chest as he catches Sigma's tongue and draws it in with his own.

[ambitious_muse]

He can feel York's laughter rumbling in his chest where they're pressed together and he clutches York closer, one hand slipping to the small of back. His shirt has ridden up just enough that his fingers graze across bare skin. He'll let York lead the kiss, but this--this is something he also wants.

[depthlesslock]

A light shiver runs up his back at the contact and he grins against Sigma's lips. As his tongue explores his boyrfriend's mouth, his hands trace up to his shoulder, easing under the fabric of Sigma's coat and pushing it off so he's left in his t-shirt and York can run his fingers down his arms.

[ambitious_muse]

There's something thrilling about having his jacket removed for him. Sigma lets the jacket go, trusting the touch at his shoulders. Never mind the heap on the floor. Sigma reaches to help York do the same, though the feeling of York's tongue against his has him rather preoccupied.

[depthlesslock]

Having to briefly let go of Sigma while he helps shrug his jacket off is a bit annoying, but it means there's now less layers between them, so York's good with that. He grips Sigma as soon as he can, his hands tracing over his torso and teasing under his t-shirt.

[ambitious_muse]

The touch at his back makes Sigma gasp. He traces the side of York's mouth with his tongue, curious and excited, and lets his own hands wander higher beneath York's shirt.