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We can communicate in our own way

ways to show affection

When it comes to the way affection is shown, everyone has a different way they go about it. That means that there's a pretty good chance, with regards to couples, you could end up with two people who have two varying approaches towards how they prove they care...sometimes radically varying, which can lead to more than a little confusion or hurt feelings if there's not proper communication. But when both people are on the same page, they can tell each other how they feel with few words.

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☆ WORDS: Sweet affirmations, pet names, even
☆ CUDDLES: Hugs, nuzzles, the works.
☆ KISSING: On the check or on the lips.
☆ KINDNESS: Always there for them.
☆ PROVIDING: Providing care, providing protection, providing financially.
☆ GENTLE...ER: Your only weak spot.
☆ MEANNESS: Straight up tsundere.
☆ GIFTS: All the pretty things.
☆ ACTIONS: Visits, taking care of their problems, taking them out, and more.
☆ SUBTLE: A distant sort of affection, but they know.
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Oh, honey. I'm not showing you the worst of them. You're getting all the vanilla flavors.

[It was weird to be laying in bed, talking dirty-light with a man she was head over heels for, but it also felt incredibly right at the same time.]

[He has to laugh, at that. It doesn't shock him though. Seeing as it is her.]

On second thought, better keep doing what it is you're doing, in that case. I have an overwhelming enough time keeping up with your thoughts sometimes as it is.

It's your own damn fault. Sexy teddy bear.

[She made a grumpy sound as she snuggled in closer, arm tugging him in as she buried her face in under his chin.]

I was perfectly fine with never getting laid again until you came along with your stupid face and your dumb voice.

I don't believe for one second that you were ever fine with not getting laid again.

[He's so doubtful it borders on condescending, albeit in a teasing fashion.]

Not when I'm completely sure from experience that your libido was supercharged along with your strength and stamina.

I'm picky. Let's just say it had been awhile before you, and another while before that.

[Because before Owen was Luke. And before Luke was Kilgrave. It was less her libido wasn't active and more her personality and issues got in the way.]

I guess I'm lucky you're able to sort of maybe almost keep up with me.

[He's not going to object to that otherwise somewhat insulting statement because -- well. He almost shrugs, and since she's at an angle making it difficult to kiss her settles for nudging her cheek a bit with his nose instead.]

Well. I am only human. Or...whatever.

[Since he's not a hundred percent sure that qualifies anymore, now that he's far from normal.]

You're perfect. Shut up. You're stupid and perfect and thank you for helping me get to sleep last night.

[A last kiss to his chest, then she leans back a little to look up at him.]

I don't know what you did, but it helped. Seriously. Best sleep I've ever had.

I don't know that I really did anything. I mean, besides talking to you to help calm you down.

[Although...his eyes drift away from her distracted as he thinks. Part of what happened right before he fell asleep isn't the clearest in his mind, as it was after all, well: what happened right before he went to sleep.

But some of it is starting to come back to him. Hazily.]

Hey. Let me ask you. What's the last thing you remember? Before drifting off.

You. Feeling... warm. Warm and totally wrapped up in you. I felt safe.

[Which wasn't a familiar sensation for Jessica, but was starting to become one around him, oddly enough.]

[He doesn't respond to what she says, staying thoughtful for some more time. Though he keeps absently petting her with his fingers.

He remembers trying to reach out to her, soothe her with his mind. Probably a normal instinct, he supposes. For someone to have with a person they care about.

The thing is though, could it have...actually worked? Done something?]

You're quiet. I don't like it when you're quiet. It means you're thinking too hard.

I was just wondering something. That's all.

[Evasive for a moment, not sure if he wants to tell her what he's thinking. Maybe it was a coincidence.]

Feel like filling me in? I'm the curious type. I like to wonder. We can wonder together.

I was trying to...do something, I think. Before you fell asleep. I don't know, mentally nudge at you. Send you positive vibes?

[His smile is strained, awkward.]

It sounds mad, I know. But considering what else I seen to be capable of, I don't know. Maybe it could've actually done something?

[She propped herself up on her elbow to look down at him with incredulity before laughing.]

Oh my god. Did you seriously give me a fucking Care Bear Stare?

[She fell on top of him, laughing harder still.]

Shaw Bear.

[Now she was giggling.]

[Her laughter has him bemused, to say the least. Here he thought she might be upset because regardless of intention what he did was not dissimilar to planting a thought in her head.

There's also the little fact that he has no clue what she's talking about. Care Bears was not a cartoon in little Owen Shaw's morning repertoire.]

I gave you a what?

Oh my god, seriously? Care Bears. They were this annoying thing out here. Stupid fluffy bears that went around shooting bolts of gooey feelings out of the tattoos on their stomachs to make people care.

[She sent him a mental image of what she remembered of them, complete with Grumpy Bear, which would be more Owen's style.]

That sounds -- horrible. And they tried to make this seem like a good thing? Why would anyone want that?

It's for kids, you Grinch. Kids apparently like teddy bears with glowing bellies.

[She reached out and poked his.]

Shaw Bear.

I didn't when I was a kid. [He glances down at her poking his stomach.] It's not going to light up no matter what you do to it. I can guarantee that.

No? Well... I wonder if I can get something else to light up...

[She waggled her brows at him, fingers walking down his stomach to his pj bottoms.]

[It's tempting to just let her play. To give into it, and relax. He fights off a smile, head leaning back. But he can't avoid that still nagging thought.

Damn. Maybe she is right. He thinks too much.]

Wait. No, Jessica...wait. [He catches her hand, trying to tug it back up again.] I'm serious, though. About what I did. Or might have done. I want to figure this out.

[She huffs out a sigh, rolling her eyes but letting him tug her hand back up.]

What's there to figure out?

Think. It used to be that I could pick up on other people's thoughts, and some of their feelings. And accidentally let them hear and feel my own. When I was stressed, when I wasn't...clear-headed enough. So that's all, I dunno, passive. It's not the same like actually doing something to effect someone. I've been basically thinking of my power as useless, like a disability I need to work around. Just to be able to function.

But if I can send certain things out intentionally? That's different. I haven't been able to do that before.

You're sending thoughts out, Shaw. What's the big leap from sending thoughts to sending feelings, especially if you're picking those up as well. I'm pretty sure you've been using that... extra whatever when we get all naked and sweaty. Feedback orgasms are kind of... yeah. Not exactly normal.

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