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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He laughs, too. "You've discovered my secret identity. I'm the tickle monster himself," he teases, moving over to her other ear.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Oh no!" She teases. "I've fallen for your charms already. You mean tickling is next? Save me!" She kisses his forehead in passing.

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He laughs. "Nothing can save you now!" He half tickles, half tackles her on the couch, letting out a little whoop of delight.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She makes a sound that is half laugh, half shriek, and snatches at his hands to keep herself from falling against the cushions.

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That just makes him laugh harder, as he takes her hands in his and pulls into a kiss.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Oquirrh leans up and kisses him back. Twining her fingers between his should keep those tickling fingers contained for now.

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For now. Kissing is far more satisfying then ticking.

He snuggles up against her, tangled in a nest of blanket, Oquirrh, and ecstasy.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

When the kiss is done, she nestles against him, his fingers still intertwined in hers. This is not how she dared to believe tonight would go, but she would do it again in a heartbeat.

She has no idea where they are in the movie now, so she simply leans against him and breathes in the smell of his shampoo and the faint odor of cats. She could be happy here. She hopes she will continue to be.

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He absentmindedly strokes her hair and her back. He's glad tonight turned out well, especially after that meeting. His breathing slows. He'd do this all the time if he could.

Eventually, he falls asleep. It's been a long day, but he feels relaxed and almost safe for the first time in a long while. It's a treat.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She feels him relax and hears his breathing slow. And even though she knows she should probably leave to help with Jersey, she adjusts the blanket around them instead. She'll stay as long as she can. She doesn't want to wake him, not when they're off to such a good start.

Eventually, she falls asleep in his arms, a smile on her face.