bakerstreet | you are the dancing queen

Rey was trying to tease and play around with Miles. If he told her outright that she was seducing him, she would have laughed. No seduction came in the form of a woman in her lingerie, greeting her lover and tempting him to bed. Though, if she lived with him, that would be something she could try....But, no, she was teasing, not seducing. Then again, she was still learning the ropes of being in a relationship.

The brunette pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear again before moving to rest her head on his shoulder. They did have all weekend to find that secret cookie closet of his...so they could just enjoy the moment sooner by picking a spot that was already available.

"The couch, might as well see what all the hype is about," Rey teased. She moved to kiss his cheek, tempted to stay in his embrace but she wanted to change into something more comfortable. The question would be....if he was willing to let her go, or help her change.

It might not be completely intentional, but that is exactly what she was doing! So it's not an overt seduction, but that's fine, he really rather liked the sweetness of it all. Not that he'd be turned off by a more aggressive approach, or the thought of being greeted by his lovely girlfriend in lingerie, but for the moment, this was perfect as it is.

It's almost like dancing, really, the way they're close, and the way he can't resist curling an arm around her waist to keep her close, and yet, they're not moving. If not for the suggestion to move, he'd be happy to stay right here for a while yet.

But the couch is infinitely more comfortable, and maybe ... maybe moving things there wouldn't be all that bad after all. If his voice is a bit tight when he answers, it's simply because he's contending with some very vivid mental images. "We'll manage. I mean, you'll have ample opportunity to sit in my lap and, uh, if we're gonna do this while wearing not much at all ... it'll be fun. A lot of fun."

If needed, he'd offer his assistance in changing. Of course, he'd probably be more of a hindrance than a help, so occupied with kissing as much of her exposed skin as he could manage, but ... he'd do his best.

When he curls his arm around her, it nearly prompts Rey to start swaying, nearly thinking they were about to dance in his living room again. But, neither of them are dancing, neither of them are swaying. Both were staying rooted to their spots and it may or may not be distracting to have Miles kissing her in any place he could reach.

Eventually Rey started to squirm away, finding his kisses were starting to tickle her more than anything. She was giggle, pulling away to move to the couch. When Miles joined her, they picked up where they left off; displaying their affections and emotions with different kisses in different places. Soon it wasn't about a matter of changing clothes, but a matter of being connect and enjoying each other. This was how they should have spent the night celebrating Miles' good news.

Now, she was laying on top of him on his couch, with her head tucked underneath his chin and listening to the sound of his breathing.

"Better than thin mints?"

They've got the whole weekend ahead of them, and he was not averse to sharing another dance or two, but at the moment, he was far more concentrated on kissing Rey, and being kissed by Rey, and her giggling, which happens so few and far between, and the way she heads toward the couch, pulling him with her.

And then, he's far more concentrated on getting comfortable in order to continue those kisses, to divest each other of clothing under the guise of getting more comfortable, and then, well, coming together in a way that they haven't had time or opportunity to since before the shake up at the paper.

And if his goofy little grin or the way he can't stop playing with her hair is any indication, he's very much enjoyed every moment.

"Oh, come on, Thin Mints can't even compare."

"Really?" Rey asked, the word teaming with teasing and uncertainty. Her hair was down from the bun style she normally had it, allowing Miles to comb through her brunette locks. A sly smirk was on her face as she tilted her head to press a kiss to his neck.

"I don't know. You have a closet full of them." Yes, she was going to keep that up, just something to keep Miles smiling and happy. Really....would it be bad if they had days like these? Just lounging about, having sex whenever they liked and sharing a bed.

Could...this really be their future?

Still so uncertain! Although the question is more teasing than anything else, Miles knows Rey well enough to know what lies underneath. But he's hopeful that with time, that uncertainty would fade. After all, this wasn't short term for him, not when he's already thinking about the possibility of a life together much like this.

He chuckles, and shrugs, and there's a light in his eyes that's soft and fond and very, very happy all at once.

"I like the cookies, sure, but I love you more."

Rey took everything one day at a time. That was one of the things she learned when living on her own. If she tried to think too far ahead, the anxiety of it could make her sick leaving her unable to breathe or move. Thus far, it's worked for her. Though now that she was in a serious relationship...could she keep on thinking that way? Did she see a future with him? Did he see one with her?

More things to think about, later, when they were in his bed trying to fall asleep.

Those three little words caught her attention, as they always had. They were words that were rarely spoken, because Rey didn't want them to lose their meaning or their power. Still, when Miles said them to her, she always said it back to him face to face. She pulled back from him, tucking her hair behind an ear as she looked at him.

"I love you too," she whispered back with warmth and affection in her voice. Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to his lips.

"...still think thin mints are pretty high on your list, but...should we at least put on our pajamas?"

Making plans was never a bad thing. It's when those plans turned into what if's that panic could start to set in. If one spent a lifetime anticipating bad things, they'd never be able to look up and see the good. And although Miles was doing much the same - taking one day at a time, he was absolutely looking forward to the sort of happy future he'd always wanted and never really thought he was going to find.

One step at a time, and they'd get there. When she was ready, they'd talk about it.

For the moment, he's perfectly content to lie here, satisfied and happy, and to return the sweet little kiss.

"Thin Mints? I thought you knew me better than that - it's the Samoas. And yet, for as much as I love them, they still don't compare to you." He paused, and shrugged and glanced toward the bedroom. "Probably, but they're so far away, though."

If they could spend all day and night giving and returning sweet kisses, that would be perfectly fine with Rey. She was growing more and more....open to the idea of waking up like this. Or have nights where she could easily climb into bed with Miles and fall asleep in his arms. The thought danced around in her head as she brushed her nose against his.

"Then why do you have a secret closet of thin mints?" she chuckled, placing her head back down on his shoulder. Yes, their pajamas were in the bedroom....and granted it wasn't too far, but, they probably should at least have a shirt on. something to keep them warm, aside from each other.

"Are you saying that just so I don't get off of you?" Rey teased, pressing another kiss to the side of his neck. "You know...if we're by the bed, probably a good chance we might end laying down there, have more...and be closer to our pajamas..."

At some point, they'd have to get up and actually relocate to the bedroom, and they'd have to eat, and probably to shower, too, but in the in between moments, he certainly wouldn't mind spending them in bed with Rey. And not just this weekend, but any time she wanted - every night, if at all possible.

"Variety is the spice of life", he replied, perfectly content with where he was, the feel of her body against his, even though he knew they'd have to move at some point. For the moment, everything felt right as it was.

"Well .. you've got a point there. But, I mean, I don't think we're going to require pajamas anytime soon."

A shower wouldn't be too bad right now, but again that would mean getting up. Sigh, they would have to do that eventually. Shaking at her head at him, Rey was the first one to pull back. Her hair spilling over her shoulders as she looked down at him. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. The thought still danced around her mind, her hand moving up to rest on his cheek. Her thumb brushing his lower lip.

"We might need pajamas soon, but if we do or don't, I'll be in your room," she told him, pulling away, letting her naked form leave his. Rey moved back to the bedroom, her footsteps soft along the floor. A shower would do her good, but not right now. Not when she wants to change into her pajamas...and if Miles wants to have more fun, he would take great joy in stripping her naked again.

"I don't think we ever decided on what we wanted for dinner..." she mused out loud, unsure if her lover was behind her or not.

It was the getting up part that Miles wasn't too keen on. He might pout when she moves away, but she's got the right idea, otherwise they might end up camping out on the couch all night, and it's comfortable, but it's not that comfortable. Before he moves, though, he's going to take a moment to just appreciate how beautiful she looks at the moment, relaxed and happy.

"Our", he corrects, hardly realizing that he does it. "It's yours, too." And then, taking a long moment to stretch his tired limbs, he follows. Yeah, the bed was a much better change of venue, even if all they did was lay all over each other, continuing their teasing. (It'll turn into more, he knows, but still.)

"Mm, good question. There's always pizza, but I feel like I have that often enough as it is. There's a Japanese place that I know that delivers - I've got a menu in the kitchen. I mean, I'd have to go get it, but it's there."

"That's assuming I'm staying more than a few nights," Rey counters, slipping on her shirt. The idea of moving in together was becoming more of a reality for her, but she was still a bit hesitant on it. After this weekend, she could make her decision. Though having Miles gently remind her that this could be hers--theirs was sweet.

She slips into her pajamas pants, not caring that they were baggy. They were flannel, and utterly comfy thanks to years of wear and constant washing. When she's done, she turns around to face him and lean back to sit down on the edge of his bed. With one hand she pushes back her hair back and away from her face.

"No to pizza. We could make something, if you're up for it, otherwise Japanese sounds good," she tells him, tilting her head to the side as she admires the view she has of him. After a moment she focuses on his face, a sly smile on her lips.

"You really want me to attached to your hip this weekend, don't you?" Not wanting to stray far from his side or anything. Not that she was complaining, just teasing him.

Miles is quiet at first, considering his options. If he doesn't say something, would it seem as though he's uninterested in Rey moving in? But if he does reiterate what he's already said, would she think that he was pushing? In the end, the latter wins out. "You could stay as long as you'd like. Permanently, even."

It was easy enough to pull his sweats back on, once he finds them, no shirt needed, since it was warm enough to go without. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he focuses on Rey, unable to keep from smiling as he takes her in, so disheveled, and yet, still the most beautiful thing in his life.

"I've got stuff in the fridge, I'm sure we could put something together", he answers, his smile shifting into an amused grin at the question. "Well, I mean, it'd probably be easier to just give you piggyback rides everywhere, but sure, we'll stick with at my hip."

"...Let's get through the weekend first," Rey replied softly, turning away from him to gather her hair up and tie into a messy bun. He wasn't being pushy or trying to force the idea on her. The idea was settling well with her, but she didn't want to get his hopes up. But, for now they could talk about other things.

"Piggyback rides?" she joked, turning to fully face him. "I don't think that would be a wise idea. Besides, I'm not the type that wants to be carried around." But, he was kidding about it anyway. Rey smoothed down her shirt, moving over to miles to steal a kiss from him. What was it about seeing a man shirtless and just in sweats?

"We'll make something...and just enjoy the weekend...but for dinner, we can make something."

At least the idea was out there - something to consider if everything went well over the next few days. Miles wasn't about to make any demands, nor require an answer anytime soon. It might take time to acclimate to the thought of living together, and that was okay. It wasn't like he was going anywhere, after all.

Miles shrugged, lips turning up at the edges in a small smile. "Alright, so maybe that wouldn't be feasible in the kitchen. I'll just have to settle for holding hands, I suppose." Not that he'd mind much, that was just as good, and besides, they'd inevitably gravitate toward each other while on the couch or in bed, anyway.

He hummed happily into the kiss, reminding himself that more would have to wait till later. Food was the most important matter to deal with currently. "Yes, ma'am. I'm sure I have enough to satisfy us both."

Funny, Rey was never one to hold someone's hand before. When Miles started to do it she felt awkward. She thought he was trying to help guide her somewhere, not necessarily holding her hand because he enjoyed it or that it was a sign of affection. That also took some time to get used to...really everything was baby steps with her.

"Settle? You're usually thrilled when we do.." she teased back, happier to talk about a different subject than her moving in with him.

"Hopefully, but I've scrounged together much less..." they walked over to the kitchen with Rey actually reaching out to him to take his hand and hold it. A few minutes passed and she was rummaging through his fridge to see what he had. He had a few things that she could make something decent for it.

"How often do you go grocery shopping?"

Amazing, the things one found themselves doing once they met the right person. Miles himself had soured on the thought of any relationship, and then he'd met Rey, and slowly but surely, he'd begun to hope and work for just that, certain that unlike every time before, she wouldn't give him the same ultimatums others have - the work or me.

He didn't mind taking as much time as necessary to help her acclimate to him, and this, and becoming us when they were together.

"I am, of course, but I was really kinda into the thought of playing koala ... still am, even if that'll have to wait for a better time."

Happily, he accepted the offered hand, and the unspoken invitation to stand close while peering through the sadly not quite empty but getting there refrigerator, picking and choosing components to make a meal.

"... Not often enough, it looks like."

Rey raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a disbelieving smile. Really? He wanted to play 'koala'? Is that what they were calling it now? Not piggyback rides or anything else? She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head at him.

"Koala? Is it because I'm shorter than you?" she asked, still teasing, but also wondering why he wanted to keep picking her up and taking her around. She wasn't a child, but she could appreciate his teasing and she enjoyed it a lot.

Peering into his fridge, there wasn't much she could actually do, except make ramen (assuming he had any). Which meant take out...which meant going back to square one.

"We could do Japanese or Italian...sushi or pizza," she suggested, looking over her shoulder at him. Either would be good with her. Or whatever he wanted to do...and if they started living together, they would have to go grocery shopping often. Or at least often enough to where the fridge didn't look nearly empty.

Prior to Miles, Rey didn't think about starting a relationship. She was interested in being friends, but then one thing lead to another...and here they were. She wasn't going to give him an ultimatum, because he wouldn't give her one. There was no way she was going to tell him that it was work or her. They needed to be independent of one another.

Okay, so maybe that wasn't the usual term for that sort of thing, but he thought it was cute nonetheless. He laughed, shrugging helplessly. "Nah. You're not that much shorter than me, anyway. I don't know, I thought it would be adorable, koala hugs."

Cute. Much like the thought of suddenly sweeping her off of her feet and having sweet little moments just like this.

Back to the matter at hand - yes, his fridge was pitiful. Yes, he felt quite a bit of shame in not having it at least a little more stocked. He'd ensure that it would never be so bare again.

"Sushi, I think. I know a place that does a two-for-one special over the weekends. And I also happen to know that their tuna is to die for. That's definitely what I'm casting my vote for."

They've both sort of ... fallen into an unexpected relationship, but the truth of the matter was that he couldn't quite imagine going back to the life he was living before her. If this was to continue, and he hoped that it would, and for a long time to come, they'd have to find a conscious way to make it work. And he was absolutely adamant upon doing just that.

Rey was still looking at him, almost with a critical eye for calling out how short she was, but it gave way to a smile. Yes, she knew she was short, but at least she wasn't as short as some of the other women in her department. If anything she was of average height, but regardless...calling a koala hug was pretty hug.

"It does sound pretty cute..suppose we could test the term out," a little more teasing, a little more playfulness.

As for sushi, that was fine with her. Better than eating ramen, or trying to make something from his fridge. If he had anything else in his cupboards, she didn't know nor did she want to know. Some time this week she would have to take him out grocery shopping and make sure he could survive on his own...and not just on take out.

"Sure, that sounds fine. Do you want to place the order for it? I'm good with anything." Really, she wasn't picky. He could pick whatever he wanted for her and she'd be fine with it.

They were easily falling into a rhythm or routine with one another in his home. The idea of sharing a space with him..living with him, was starting to become a real possibility. Granted, it would take time to actually living together and they may have spats here and there, but they would work through them. Both of them wanted to keep the relationship going.

She wasn't that much shorter than him - a handful of inches, all said. And Miles was more than grateful of the fact that he didn't have to bend over far enough that sharing kisses hurt his back. That was very important, after all.

"Sounds like a plan", he answered, and it was sort of a nice little distraction from everything else they were testing out, too. Or, maybe it made it all the easier to know that this sort of banter was always going to be a part of their relationship, even if they found themselves sharing the same space more often.

Finding his fridge in such a state was highly embarrassing - Miles can cook, had been cooking for a long time, and usually had a lot more to offer. But there were times when work got in the way of everything else, including taking care of himself properly. He knew that he needed to find a happy medium, and that he needed to do so right away.

"I can do that, yeah - they've got this sampler, it comes with a little bit of everything. It's delicious - I think that'll probably make for a really good dinner."

He offered a smile as he went searching for his phone - it was probably in the living room, where those makeouts had led to more. Living together wasn't going to be perfect, but he was okay with that. If it was meant to last, they'd both put in the work to do just that. And he wasn't liable to let Rey slip through his fingers anytime soon, not when it was with her that he was the happiest. He'd have to be an idiot, and he'd like to think that he was anything but.

you are the dancing queen

because it's too much to take! handwave the smut or play out?

sorry not sorry! up to you, i'm good with either.

we can handwave

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