[He nudged the top of her head, nuzzling into her hair to get her attention. Sure, they were both still basking, but- He moved an arm, still stuck above his head. The metal jingled a little bit.]
I'm all for cuddling, but these cuffs are starting to cut off my circulation.
[He'd have bruises. He wanted bruises. Hell, he might even have a black eye in the works. He wanted it and North wanted to be in control. It... worked. Weirdly enough. If you'd asked either of them if they ever thought they'd be in bed with a human or an android, they both would have been disgusted and probably laughed... and maybe punched the person depending who had suggested it.
The whole thing had started as something of a weird fight anyway, Gavin goading her, North taking out her anger and frustration and then things had sort of just evolved.
Were they dating? ... No? Maybe? Gavin had no idea, but they had a good time together, even if none of their friends really knew what they were doing.]
Let me know if this assumed CR doesn't work, please! I rolled a 7, but...
[ God, Serah can't even remember exactly what had set off the argument- was it something to do with the last case? But it's been days since their fight and it's to the point that the people around them are almost more eager for them to make up than they are. How it's even gone this long is any of their guess. Dean could be stubborn, sure, but surely Serah would have seen reason and tried to start the process of making amends by now? Not an unreasonable assumption to make, since anyone who looked at Serah, either up close or from a distance would probably assume that she was a sweet little doormat. Most people missed the fact that she had a stubborn streak to rival even that of her older sister, Claire. Then again, most people were lucky enough not to end up on the wrong side of that stubborn streak, to say nothing of the flip side to all that sweetness hanging out on the surface. There was a reason she'd earned the nickname "Meanie Miss Farron" among her students before she'd picked up the crossbow and left her old life behind.
It hasn't helped that they were trying to work a case, since every time they come to an impasse (What is it that they're hunting? Ghoul or shapeshifter? Where should they start trying to narrow down the search radius? What would be the best way to lure it out? Which, of course, brought them back around to the question of what they were hunting in the first place, since the answer would determine how they tried to corner and kill the damn thing.) it only seemed to stir up the pot all over again.
But now the job is done. They've got one night left in town with plans to head out at first light. It was to both of their surprise when Sam decided they weren't leaving the room until they'd talked things over.
Fair, Serah reasoned, since he was the one that would have to deal with the tension in the car otherwise, and for her not to remember what set all this off it must've been stupidly trivial. She was aware of her own stubborn streak, as well as Dean's, but really this had gone on long enough. There were too many ways that the case here could've gone wrong, and then one or both of them would've been left full of regret to show for it.
... All that sounded great, really touching and motivational and all, but now came the hard part, actually figuring out where to start on talking things over.
She turned her attention somewhat away from where she'd been cleaning her crossbow, trying to start with gauging Dean's mood. ]
[ Honestly, the only explanation for this thing between them North could figure out was "it's complicated" and no, that wasn't much of an explanation at all. And yet...
She let herself enjoy the nuzzling a moment longer, a glimpse at tenderness she wasn't comfortable permitting herself yet. She was laying on her side, body pressed against his, not quite curling into him but as close as she could let herself come to it. ]
Hm?
[ In the aftermath of passion and anger and passionate anger, there was a pleasant sluggishness to her processes, a sense of peace. She sat up slowly and took in the lovely sight of Gavin naked, bruised and completely at her mercy. Her lover? Frenemy with benefits?
Her processor provided her with the exact time stamp since she'd snapped the cuffs shut. She pressed her lips together against a smile, once again overcome by amazement that he trusted her to do this. ]
Right. Wouldn't want you to lose your breakable human hands. I still have use for them. [ There's an arch look to go with the snark as she placed her hand on the electronic lock of the handcuffs. She wouldn't need to touch them, she had wifi, yet she liked to feel them snap open under her hand, liked to let her fingers linger where the cuffs had dug into his skin. ]
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