On Grab Bag Canon Plot

[oneslickedison]

Mun Darling,

... what do you mean you don't have a flipping clue on what to do with me?!

Please stop imagining me with cat ears. You know they're of no practical use, and it's just frivilous thought-wasting exercises.

C'mon. You're more creative than this. I'm more creative than this.

You'll think of something. You always do.

Sincerely,

Howard, who is not going to become a feline-person. It's stale as five day old bread.

Comments

[notanambassador]

[Good thing this is one of her smaller puzzle dresses, so not layers everywhere and taking over the sofa.]

Can I admit to a . . . miscalculation, Howard?

[oneslickedison]

[He is immensely grateful for that, although being engulfed in sweet smelling silk is not a hardship. He did lengthen out his kisses, though. Due consideration for talking and all.]

Certainly ... I'm curious to hear what you miscalculated on.

[notanambassador]

I didn't take you for a man that enjoyed cuddling.

[Yes, she sounds amused.]

[oneslickedison]

[He arches an eyebrow, before smirking faintly and kissing the curve of her throat slightly.]

Tsk. I find holding women very enjoyable, actually.

[notanambassador]

Is it too unmanly for me to call it cuddling? Maybe another term is more accurate?

[oneslickedison]

In my day, we called it 'getting cosy' or 'necking'. [He snorts faintly.] And my manhood will be just fine if you want to keep call it cuddling.

[notanambassador]

Getting cozy. I could learn to like that term. This is exceedingly cozy, isn't it?

[oneslickedison]

Yes, it is quite cozy. [And to further that, he nuzzled her skin again, breathing in appreciatively.] Feels, and smells, absolutely cozy.

[notanambassador]

You're a fan of the jasmine? [She runs her fingers through his hair.] It always seemed rather heavy handed, but when trapped on a space station, I work with what I have.

[oneslickedison]

I like it. It's very ... you. Exotic, sweet, with a little bit of bite. [His hair, smoothed back, curls around her fingers. Wavy hair is one of the curses of his genetics, but he sighs in pleasure as she does so.]

[notanambassador]

[She likes hair that's a bit rebellious, her own is outrageous before she has a chance to tame it. Bedhead that is positively epic. He sighs and she keeps her fingers right where they are.]

Do I seem that exotic still?

[oneslickedison]

[He tilts his head a little, since she's keeping her fingers right there, so he can continue to enjoy the sensation.]

Oh yes, very. You're fascinating. I never know what to expect, and I like it that way.

[notanambassador]

[So long as he's enjoying it, she'll keep playing with his hair.]

I'm a woman like any other, it's not as though I'm a different species. Behind the makeup and clothes and training, I'm like every other woman here.

[oneslickedison]

[Yes, he does like it. His dark eyes half close as he presses a kiss to her bared neck again, light but lingering.]

I'm not talking about the make-up and the clothes - or the training. And yes, I am very well aware that you are like other women, in many appeasing aspects and a few annoying ones. I mean ... you see things differently. You think in a different way, than other women. Pragmatic, sensible, and yet .. you're a romantic.