Log: takeout appreciation night

[searchandrecovery]

Who: Agent Washington and Oquirrh
What: A date and some reveals
Where: Washington's old apartment, now a safehouse
When: Saturday evening, 5/30
Warnings: Secrets have been kept. Potential language or temper tantrums



Out of all the things Wash has cleaned lately, cleaning the old apartment in preparation for Takeout Appreciation Night has been Wash's favorite. It was the biggest job by far, but once the roaches were swept away, dust eliminated, and furniture arranged, the apartment looked almost cozy, if slightly bare. He was never in it long enough to do full-scale interior decorating.

After the cleaning was done, Wash went to get the takeout. This time, it was quasi-Chinese: several paper cartons of noodles, stir fried vegetables, and teriyaki chicken. It wasn't the most creative of takeouts, but it was safe, and he knew the food was good. After all, who doesn't like takeout Chinese?

Now, he's waiting. The couch is set (after all, takeout should always be eaten on a couch), movies are selected if necessary, and he's all showered and dressed and ready to start. And oh, is he ready to start.

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[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Little do they know that the secret to happiness is takeout, a good movie, and an incredible companion," she says, squeezing his hand.

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"We've found it," he agrees. "You make me the happiest I've ever been in my life." Ever.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"We sure have," she says. "You too, Wash. Happy and safe. It's something I've missed."

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"It's not something you'll have to miss anymore. Though I can't guarantee that for poor Kal-El. He's got an important destiny to fulfill first."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I'm excited to learn about it." She's grinning so much that she accidentally smudges her lips with frosting.

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"It's a wild ride, I'll tell you that much."

Oh no. She's got frosting on her lips. That's not good. He could kiss them...get them cleaned off that way...it'd be the gentlemanly thing to do, right?

Instead, he leans over to grab a napkin and gently dabs it in her lips. "You've, um. Got some frosting there." There. All better.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Whoops, thanks." She's glad he noticed and had a napkin on hand, or she might have had to excuse herself. She doesn't want to leave his side.

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She won't have to, not if she doesn't want to. Wash certainly doesn't want to leave her. Here, they're happy. Here, he can keep her safe.

He laughs. "It's the least I can do."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I'm such a mess and you're so good at cleaning up after me," she says. "Let me know when I can return the favor?"

Maybe she should feed him a bite of cake. That's romantic, right?

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"Oh, but I don't want to make you work too hard. I can get pretty messy if I want to."

That is very romantic. She totally should. Wash doesn't have the guts or creativity to initiate that sort of thing, but he'd sure as hell enjoy it.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I'm not afraid of a little hard work," she says. "You're worth it, Wash."

The cake is nearly gone. It's now or never. "Split the last bite?" she asks, cutting a piece and offering it to him on her fork.

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Is he supposed to eat it? Off her fork? That's what he's seen in the movies, at least. Yeah. He'll go with that.

He leans in and takes the bite off her fork, chews, swallows, and smiles. "My turn," he proclaims, offering her the last bite from his fork.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She grins, embarrassed. He did it! And now it's her turn. That's not what she expected but she certainly doesn't mind. She obliges him, humming with excitement at the taste.

"That was really good," she says, covering her mouth with her free hand so she can lick the last crumbs from her lips.

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"The best," he agrees. "Ever."

Wash isn't watching the movie anymore. He doesn't need to. He's seen it a thousand times. He's far, far more interested in the woman next to him. He puts his arm back around her. She's the real star, and he just wants to know how in the world he got so lucky.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She curls up against him, letting his arm draw her in close. The movie is interesting, but she's far more distracted by the warmth and strength at her side.

[searchandrecovery]

They're safe and content now, but Wash doesn't know how long that will last. Not once they start going after Control, and not when Control find out what Oquirrh has done. He wants every night to be like tonight. Perfect. But he knows that can't happen.

He's got to take advantage of it now. "May I?" he whispers, leaning in for a kiss. He can't back out now. He won't. And he certainly doesn't want to.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She doesn't trust herself to speak, just nods. Yes, yes, she would like that.

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He takes a deep breath. He doesn't plan on messing this up.

He tilts his head slightly and places his lips on hers, settling into a deep, warm kiss.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She yields at first, melting into the kiss. No, that's wrong. She needs to kiss him back.

So she does, slow and eager against those soft lips.

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He brings his hand up and laces his fingers through her hair, her beautiful hair. He keeps kissing her, less hesitant now, more sure of what he's doing. He's finding a groove, a passion.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She slips her arms around him, pulling him closer. He gets a rhythm pretty quickly and she does her best to match it. Those lips taste faintly of curry and chocolate, but mostly of something entirely new. She's going to enjoy kissing him and finding out his taste, his smell, his--well, his everything.

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He can still taste the dynamite shrimp on her lips--it's the kind of spice that lingers. He pauses to take a breath, grins, and murmurs, "I could do this all night." He would, if she lets him.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Can we?" she asks. She kisses him again, quick and soft and excited. "I'd like that."

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"Excellent. I would, too."

He kisses her again, harder this time. He wants to immerse himself in Oquirrh--in her touch, her smell, her everything. She is his world.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She squeaks in surprise at his force but presses in, humming with satisfaction. This is an awful angle, though. She swings her legs up onto the couch across his lap. Much better.