[She could say that this is still pretty public of them, but the has enough trust in the crew members working in the Shatterdome at this hour to know that they won't be needing the showers at this hour, and will know better than not to turn around and leave once they hear the two of them. Because for some reason, she doesn't find the strength or focus to keep silent now, not unless he's kissing her, and sometimes not even then.
It's a miracle they don't trip over anything. She leaves him to guide the two of them, blind trust letting her busy herself with other things. Their boots and bos and jackets are left behind in the kwoon, and Mako's shirt dropped on the floor halfway to the showers. She bites at his lower lip, at his chin, leaning back to strip him of his shirt and leave their own line of breadcrumbs.
She doesn't even need to tell him how much she wants him right now, or how she wants him, because the way they look at each other makes it clear that they both know exactly what the other needs. She hooks her fingers into the waistband to his pants, stopping them in their tracks so she can pull them down to his ankles, even if she has to squat to do it; before rising again, she presses an open-mouthed kiss against the thin line of hair leading down from his bellybutton.]
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It's a miracle they don't trip over anything. She leaves him to guide the two of them, blind trust letting her busy herself with other things. Their boots and bos and jackets are left behind in the kwoon, and Mako's shirt dropped on the floor halfway to the showers. She bites at his lower lip, at his chin, leaning back to strip him of his shirt and leave their own line of breadcrumbs.
She doesn't even need to tell him how much she wants him right now, or how she wants him, because the way they look at each other makes it clear that they both know exactly what the other needs. She hooks her fingers into the waistband to his pants, stopping them in their tracks so she can pull them down to his ankles, even if she has to squat to do it; before rising again, she presses an open-mouthed kiss against the thin line of hair leading down from his bellybutton.]