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- aloy [horizon zero dawn],
- annie westwind [original],
- asuka langley sohryu [evangelion],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- clarke griffin [the 100],
- commander shepard [mass effect],
- elena gilbert [the vampire diaries],
- elliot alderson [mr robot],
- john murphy [the 100],
- lakshmi bai [the order: 1886],
- matrim cauthon [wheel of time],
- misato katsuragi [evangelion],
- noctis lucis caelum [ffxv],
- pidge gunderson (katie holt) [voltron],
- prompto argentum [ffxv],
- richard gecko [from dusk till dawn],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- seth gecko [from dusk till dawn],
- seviilia brightwing [warcraft],
- takashi "shiro" shirogane [voltron]
[ OPEN ] Hot Springs Episode!
CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: The Second Flight
WHEN: DAY :022
SUMMARY: The Sauna!
WARNINGS: Nekkid times.
[ A few hours after the murder, she hasn't blown the ship up, and here they are. Another knock knock on everyone's brain: ]
( For those of you that are interested - I have secured us a place at the Sauna. Free for us to be use without interruption from outsiders.
You are to be clean before you come in. )
[ Maybe you're here because she bullied you, maybe you want to soak - maybe you're the poor bastard that is standing guard at the door. Either way, welcome to the Suana, have fun. Or don't. ]
WHERE: The Second Flight
WHEN: DAY :022
SUMMARY: The Sauna!
WARNINGS: Nekkid times.
[ A few hours after the murder, she hasn't blown the ship up, and here they are. Another knock knock on everyone's brain: ]
( For those of you that are interested - I have secured us a place at the Sauna. Free for us to be use without interruption from outsiders.
You are to be clean before you come in. )
[ Maybe you're here because she bullied you, maybe you want to soak - maybe you're the poor bastard that is standing guard at the door. Either way, welcome to the Suana, have fun. Or don't. ]
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[ He strokes his palms up Shiro's back, warmer than usual thanks to the heated water, and leans in to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. ] ( Yeah. Perfect. )
[ You're perfect is the unspoken addition, but he doesn't have to say it when wordless approval and appreciation fills every part of their connection. Sam scoots back on the ledge until his back rest against the rocks, making room for Shiro to sit between his legs. His hands settle on Shiro's hips as he pulls him down - and for a moment he's tempted to keep tugging, to get Shiro's back flush against his chest and wrap his arms around him, tilt his head back against his shoulder for easy access to kiss him whenever he wants -
But maybe later. He's got a plan, and instead he leaves space between them so he can put his hands on Shiro's shoulders. His thumbs press in at the base of Shiro's neck, starting on working out the knot of tension he knows Shiro holds there. ]
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[That last bit is a joke. He doesn't bother elaborating on it, though, because he trusts Sam's going to know. Instead he just lets himself shudder at the contact. Swallowing a little heavily.]
[Because this is... yeah. He's really glad for the privacy here. And for a long moment, he's half convinced this is going to be something more than PG-13. He can feel that want. Something in him wants it, too. But that something doesn't get a say right now.]
[He leans back. Following suggestion, and...]
[And his knees almost give out under him. Because oh.]
[Oh, that's... good.]
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He doesn't say anything, because it was a joke, and Sam knows it. And he's much more interested then bringing Shiro out of his head and giving him some space to relax than anything else.
Which means he might not be planning anything above PG-13, but he's not gonna stop it, either.
There's a soft, fond chuckle at Shiro's reaction, and he puts a little pressure on his shoulders - a gentle but insistent instruction to sit.
Then he gets back to work, focusing on Shiro's neck and shoulders - slow, methodical, working out every knot and lingering over his scars, pressing in and firm strokes mixed with soft touches and barely there grades of fingertips.
His palms rest flat on Shiro's shoulder blades before he starts to move down his back, mind curling around his in a wordless check in. ]
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[But right now? Right now, there's not a whole lot of room in his head for anything but how those hands feel. For how Sam's hands feel. Sam could instruct him to turn around on one foot and he'd do it. Just to keep feeling like this. So yes, he sits.]
[More like sags, really.]
[Honestly, he'd forgotten what something like this feels like. What feeling relaxed was like. Everything has been wound too tense for so long, it would be again, and again. What did relaxation even feel like?]
[The check in is met with wordless appreciation. It's almost half-asleep. Incredibly enough.]
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(That's it, just let go. ) [ Sam knows Shiro's boundaries and he won't push them, not right now - and he makes the impression clear as he presses a kiss to the back of Shiro's neck. ] ( You're so good, sweetheart, let me have this. )
[ When he’s finally finished working out the knots in Shiro’s back, Sam wraps one arm around Shiro's chest and gets the other hand in his hair, pulling him in and guiding him to rest his head back on Sam's shoulder, until Sam's chest is pressed flush against his back. ]
( Get some rest, Shiro. I got you. )
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[In all honesty, it's hard to remember the last time he felt this way. Maybe... maybe the first time it was clear they'd made it. They were free of the atmosphere. They'd done it, at last.]
[Drifting.]
[Sam's voice pulls him in. Pulls him back out of a distant memory. Enough to where he can press his face to his neck.]
[He loves this.]
(You're ... really going to sit there? If I crash?)
[You're really going to catch me if I crash. Aren't you.]
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When Shiro shifts back into focus, just a little, Sam smiles at the way he presses his face into his neck. ]
( Of course I am. )
[ I’ll always catch you.
His fingers card through Shiro’s wet hair, gentle, as he settles his arm securely over Shiro’s stomach. ] ( Go to sleep, love. )
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[But all that feels far away.]
[It feels completely secondary to warm water and security. To the sensation of weightlessness, and memories of countless stars slowly turning.]
[He exhales. Slow. Steady.]
(Done.)