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the SHOWER SEX meme
> Your character is in the shower with another character because they're close enough to do that together.

> You're helping each other get clean.

> You start getting freaky. Maybe this is the sequel to earlier sex or just unwinding after a bad week.
> If you're from a canon that is set in the olden days or a world without showers, you're in a bath or a hot springs or a bathhouse.

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TAYLOR "TYKE" KEE | original

[puppydogeyes]

[altercate]

[ i want this really bad but i'm failing at the starter please help :< ]

[puppydogeyes]

[The thing with fighting is that it's never worn Taylor down. It had always been an outlet, an opportunity to do something when the rest of her life was rules and walls. She'd never had the luxury to worry about the fact the only freedom she ever found was in violence, but things are different on the Tranquility. There's no missions, an occurrences that require the skills she was trained in are few and far between. There's training, there's fight club, and there's sparring: they ease the itching under her skin, the restlessness when things on the ship are pressing too close, making her feel useless.

Derek's gotten better since she started training him. His attacks are better judged, more efficient and effective, and he doesn't forget the necessity of guarding himself. An hour's sparring and the energy uncoils, settles from jagged edges to smooth out through her muscles. They hit the showers and the pounding water lets Taylor know where she'll have bruises, later, but she relaxes with her shoulders under the spray, tilting her head enough to look over at Derek, eyes warm.]

[altercate]

[ she offered to teach him. it's been slow-going, between the ship imploding and everything else derek has taking up his time, but they manage to find a regular schedule, something that works for them. there's a marked difference. derek can tell, when something comes climbing out of the dark and tries to eat them all. he tells her that sometimes, just a flutter-brush of his thoughts against hers. it's how he announces himself today, stepping closer to her, smoothing his palms along her shoulders. ]

You're alright?

[ derek hits hard. she can take it, but he always asks, never wants to hurt her deliberately. ]

[puppydogeyes]

I'm good.

[She answers without hesitation, honesty and something warm in her voice. She feels good, feels settled in her skin, aware of her body and certain of what it was capable of, what it could endure. She leans into Derek's hands, silent request for him to keep touching her.]

You're getting better.

[altercate]

Something was bound to stick after all this time.

[ derek likes hearing it, likes hearing tyke say he's doing well. but he never accepts it gracefully, brushes it aside. the real test is going to be when he has to actually use it on someone that isn't tyke, and that moment hasn't arrived. ]

Thank you.

[ he tells her, because he is grateful that she's doing this, teaching him. he runs his hands over her skin, down her back, then back up, like a half-massage. ]

[puppydogeyes]

[His hands feel good, fingers running over minor aches, loosening them further under the flow of hot water. Her breath catches, lets out slow, head tipping forward loosely on her neck.]

Don't need to thank me. [Murmured, low, any real objection lost in the warmth of the shower and his touch.] Just wanna know you've got it when you need it.

[To fight, protect himself. Stay safe.]