[Fenris allows Kirk to pull him in, pressing his face to the man's chest and breathing him in, glad to have him there. Moreso than he could ever put into words. A soft chuckle rumbles out of his chest. ]
I am glad to hear it. And I wished to keep you company, while you slept. I did not like the thought of you being alone.
[ He slid his fingers through the silver hair, petting the elf quietly. It grounded him, reminded him he was no longer dreaming - and wasn't that a trip? He thought he was over those sort of slightly paranoid filled illusions, but he supposed not. His lips quirk at the feeling of the rumble, tilting his head to press his nose against Fenris' scalp, humming as his scent filled his nose. ]
Yeah, I don't like the thought of being alone either. Or you being alone. I'm sorry that I left you alone, especially with what happened.
[Fenris lets his eyes close at the feeling of Kirk's fingers threading through his hair, taking comfort in the small action. Everything had been awful, and there were times he had honestly worried if he had been doing the right thing- if Kirk's decision to make him First Mate had been an incorrect one. Had he truly done enough? He did not know.]
It is fine, it is not the first time.
[That...came out wrong. He sighs, frustrated.]
I mean. I am capable of dealing with things alone. You need not worry about me. I have survived worse.
Yeah, well, a little late for that. I worry anyways, even though I know you're strong. Besides, it's not about if you're capable or not. When you care about someone, you just don't want them facing the tough things alone anyways.
[ He looked up and over at the shower, steaming now. ]
Like a shower after a coma.
[ A rub along Fenris' back to get him to let him up and shrug out of his clothing. Ship rules - no wasting water. He could hold Fenris later, be more effective at it with muscles that were more awake and limber. Not to mention he was sure he would smell better. Yes, shower first - most definitely, practically a siren call now. ]
I understand, but I promise I am alright. I wished to focus on keeping the crew safe.
[None of them died, so that's...a win, right? Probably. He stands to one side, to allow Kirk to move to his shower, doing as he promised and staying for him. ]
Well, I would not wish for you to fall and bang your head. You've only just woken up.
I knew I was right in picking you as my first mate.
[ He squeezed Fenris' shoulder and manages to get beneath the spray on his own. He groaned aloud as the heat sank in, and for a moment he thought there might be a real possibility he would orgasm from that sensation alone. He scrubbed water against his skin and through his hair, slicking it back and breathing in the steam. ]
Ooooh, this is the best shower I've ever had.
[ He opened his eyes and looked to Fenris, casting him one of those flirtatious smiles. Clearly his spirits were lifting. ]
[He feels pride swell in his chest at the comment, more so than he expected it ever would. ]
I am glad that I did not let you down when it mattered.
[Oh, Maker, that groan. Fenris' eyes darken in reaction to it as they rake up the length of Kirk's body. A smirk tugs at his lips, as his pulse increases. There's a real temptation to disrobe and join him. To press him up against the shower wall and very much undo any cleaning going on.]
Oh, I can see that much for myself. [He hesitates. It's not just that Kirk is probably trying to process his losses that makes him pause. They promised to be honest with one another, and he would be remiss if he said nothing. ]
...I should warn you. Adalwolfe and Anders have returned...if you remember them from last time. They transferred onto this ship together for some Maker-damned reason.
[ Kirk's brow scrunched every so slightly, a mixture of happily shocked surprised and confusion as to why Fenris was presenting this to him as a problem. He had liked Hawke when he was first in the Fleet, they got on well, and he had never properly met Anders, but he was sure he was nice enough too. ]
They're back? That's - well, I won't say good, because they're back, but it'll be good to see them again. I rather missed Hawke's particularly antics on the obstacle course.
[ He slicked back his hair again, reaching for a cloth to soap up. ]
Why would them being on the ship be a problem?
[ Other than what he assumed to be potentially more sex sounds, as that would make three couples on the ship now. ]
[Fenris exhales, folding his arms, leaning back against the wall- his brow furrowed. He had missed Adalwolfe- complicated as their relationship was, a tiny part of him had almost missed Anders too. Almost. A thought that does not sit well with him. ]
I doubt either of them will be overly happy when they learn what I did to Marian. [Adalwolfe especially is going to be pissed. ] I don't particularly care what either of them think- but I am concerned about how they will treat you.
[ Oh. Yes. That. Just when he thought they might have begun to move a little bit on from that, it came around to bite them again. In a karmatic sense, he supposed they deserved it, but even so, it was becoming tiresome. The accounts, as far as he could tell, had been settled with the parties most involved - even though he could understand the anger of close friends.
He sighed, working at the cloth to bring up the suds. His heart did a little skip when Fenris admitted his concern, his mouth quirking the tiniest bit at one corner to betray the sensation. ]
That is for me to deal with them about - cross that bridge when you get, there as they say. Though I appreciate the heads up.
[ He held up the cloth, dripping soap. ]
Now help a sore man wash his back?
[ Something nice, to ease the sting of loss and the contemplation of an unhappy reunion with a former friend, if Fenris' words were anything to go by. ]
[He was tired of it, too. But he knew it was well deserved. Only time would heal a wound such as that- and he doubted those two here would do anything to hasten that forwards. Still, at least Kirk was prepared, should the worst happen. Though he'd rather the man not face any of the burden at all, if he could help it.
Finally, he makes a soft noise of assent. He slips his own clothes off, leaving them to pool haphazardly on the floor, as he steps into the shower. He leans up to kiss Kirk between the shower blades, taking the cloth from him. He gently rubs the cloth over the man's back, sudding up the skin, fingers pressing carefully on underused muscles, kneading them back to life. ]
Thank you. At least one thing is still holding true around it - never a dull moment.
[ It comes out a little more hollow than he meant it too, recalling what it was Fenris had lived through - a planet dying. At least it felt a little less horrid than the way Vulcan had died. A comet was natural - or so he hoped. He dearly, dearly wanted to hope the Fleet had not sacrificed a planet, possibly billions of people, for the sake of drama. And if they had...
If they had, he would find a way to make them pay. He knew he shouldn't lean towards vengeance, but those people on that planet deserved justice if what happened had been intentional.
Such thoughts lay low when he felt Fenris' lips press to his skin, the rough hands working at his muscles. Another groan left him, deeper and more resonate than when the water had first hit. One hand reached back, brushing over Fenris' thigh, finding the paths of lyrium to follow on instinct. ]
I would think we were in a diffident place entirely if that were ever the case.
[His tone is dry, Atroma will never allow them to have much reprieve. That was just the way of things. Best to accept it and learn to roll with their punches.
He smiles a little to himself at the sounds Kirk makes, all the more pleased to know he is the one who is causing them. He shifts against his touch, welcoming it, he's missed it this past moth. His hands move to Kirk's shoulders, roughly massaging into them, working out a month's worth of inaction out of them. ]
[ Fenris was just full of surprising talents, wasn't he? He rolled his shoulders into the elf's grip, feeling his muscles come alive, sizzling beneath the pressure of his fingers. Slowly he turned, facing him now and wrapping his arms around the smaller man. His thumb drew circles at the small of his back, his other hand reaching up to slick back silver hair. It was a good look on him. ]
I missed you too. Dreams aren't as good as the reality.
[That was possibly the corniest and also most romantic thing anyone has ever said to him. It's ridiculous, how that makes his heart skip a beat- how he feels a giddy flutter in his stomach. Like being a love-struck teenager.
...Or rather, what he assumes being a love-struck teenager would feel like. He rolls his eyes at it, letting out a soft 'tch' in response. Still, he returns that kiss, deepening it slowly, pouring into it the feelings he cannot yet allow to come to fruition, the words he is not sure he will ever truly be able to say. All go into that kiss. ]
[ Reading lips had always been one of Kirk's talents, more so when he had said the same things with kisses before. He cupped the back of his head, returning the longing, the words that went unsaid and lay tangled in the depths of his heart. The sharpness of teeth on his lips, musky scents, the warm slide of tongues - sensations he had been forgetting, going bleeding out of their lines like the images of those he cared for.
He pulled back, panting, letting out a warm laugh against Fenris' cheek. ]
[His voice is a little more husky from the kiss, a smirk playing across his lips. His fingers move up to brush Kirk's hair side a little, wiping away a few droplets of water in the process. ]
I believe you were supposed to be getting clean.
[He says these words, but he clearly does not care one iota that they are not using the shower for its intended purpose. ]
Hmm, I am. I'm washing that coma off me - in a lot of ways.
[ His hands cupped Fenris' ribs, slowly sliding down his sides to the narrow arch of his hips. He traced the curve of bones, the sharp line of his v and out around to his thighs, back up along the same path. Memory sharpened with each movement, moaning just under his breath. ]
We really need to upgrade to private bathrooms...
[ Because the things he wanted to do just then were not appropriate for public, not at all. ]
[Fenris' breath catches as Kirk's fingers move over his body. The temptation surges once more to slam him against the wall and have his way with him, Maker-be-damned if anyone walks in. But he knows it would not be the...wisest of choices.
He chuckles, leaning in to give Kirk's jaw a light nip. ]
[ Not wise, no, though he desperately wanted it. His jaw tilted at the nip, humming at the attention. He pressed a kiss to Fenris' ear in return, hands stroking across the curve of his rear. A quiet groan left him, not from anything Fenris did but from his laugh.
Damn it, he had never thought he could miss a sound as much as he did that laugh. ]
So we're agreed. This cycle, put in for private bathrooms - or at least a step closer to them.
[ Which wasn't stopping his hands from wandering, from stealing another kiss. ]
[Fenris returns the kiss, pressing up a little closer to Kirk, his growing interest very much obvious as his fingers tangle in the man's hair. He breaks the kiss, breath hot against Kirk's lips. ]
Heh, I know, right? Just... even for me it feels like forever.
[ It felt like a long time, like he needed to relearn everything. What Fenris had told him earlier still swirled around his head, dredging up a slurry of feelings that he just wasn't ready to deal with, couldn't rightly process just yet. This - this was easier, equally necessary. A distraction and a reminder.
His hand slid from Fenris' rear to between his legs, licking his lips as he pressed their foreheads together. ]
[And Fenris was more than happy to help him in that regard. In whatever ways he could within his power. He lets out a low groan, shifting into Kirk's touch, pressing a kiss to his cheek. ]
[ A kiss to the cheek felt more sincere than some of the deeper kisses he'd received from Fenris, the sweetness of it warming him. Slowly he rubbed his palm back and forth between Fenris' legs, looping his other arm around Fenris' chest. ]
[The groan deepens, reverberating in his chest as his hand moves to grip Kirk's shoulders, trying to keep his knees from buckling as he grows under the man's touch. He laughs, deep, throaty and lusty as one hand slips down between Kirk's legs to treat him in turn. ]
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I am glad to hear it. And I wished to keep you company, while you slept. I did not like the thought of you being alone.
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Yeah, I don't like the thought of being alone either. Or you being alone. I'm sorry that I left you alone, especially with what happened.
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taking comfort in the small action. Everything had been awful, and there were times he had honestly worried if he had been doing the right thing- if Kirk's decision to make him First Mate had been an incorrect one. Had he truly done enough? He did not know.]
It is fine, it is not the first time.
[That...came out wrong. He sighs, frustrated.]
I mean. I am capable of dealing with things alone. You need not worry about me. I have survived worse.
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[ He looked up and over at the shower, steaming now. ]
Like a shower after a coma.
[ A rub along Fenris' back to get him to let him up and shrug out of his clothing. Ship rules - no wasting water. He could hold Fenris later, be more effective at it with muscles that were more awake and limber. Not to mention he was sure he would smell better. Yes, shower first - most definitely, practically a siren call now. ]
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[None of them died, so that's...a win, right? Probably. He stands to one side, to allow Kirk to move to his shower, doing as he promised and staying for him. ]
Well, I would not wish for you to fall and bang your head. You've only just woken up.
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[ He squeezed Fenris' shoulder and manages to get beneath the spray on his own. He groaned aloud as the heat sank in, and for a moment he thought there might be a real possibility he would orgasm from that sensation alone. He scrubbed water against his skin and through his hair, slicking it back and breathing in the steam. ]
Ooooh, this is the best shower I've ever had.
[ He opened his eyes and looked to Fenris, casting him one of those flirtatious smiles. Clearly his spirits were lifting. ]
You're missing out over there.
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I am glad that I did not let you down when it mattered.
[Oh, Maker, that groan. Fenris' eyes darken in reaction to it as they rake up the length of Kirk's body. A smirk tugs at his lips, as his pulse increases. There's a real temptation to disrobe and join him. To press him up against the shower wall and very much undo any cleaning going on.]
Oh, I can see that much for myself. [He hesitates. It's not just that Kirk is probably trying to process his losses that makes him pause. They promised to be honest with one another, and he would be remiss if he said nothing. ]
...I should warn you. Adalwolfe and Anders have returned...if you remember them from last time. They transferred onto this ship together for some Maker-damned reason.
[So trouble might be brewing on the horizon. ]
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They're back? That's - well, I won't say good, because they're back, but it'll be good to see them again. I rather missed Hawke's particularly antics on the obstacle course.
[ He slicked back his hair again, reaching for a cloth to soap up. ]
Why would them being on the ship be a problem?
[ Other than what he assumed to be potentially more sex sounds, as that would make three couples on the ship now. ]
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I doubt either of them will be overly happy when they learn what I did to Marian. [Adalwolfe especially is going to be pissed. ] I don't particularly care what either of them think- but I am concerned about how they will treat you.
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He sighed, working at the cloth to bring up the suds. His heart did a little skip when Fenris admitted his concern, his mouth quirking the tiniest bit at one corner to betray the sensation. ]
That is for me to deal with them about - cross that bridge when you get, there as they say. Though I appreciate the heads up.
[ He held up the cloth, dripping soap. ]
Now help a sore man wash his back?
[ Something nice, to ease the sting of loss and the contemplation of an unhappy reunion with a former friend, if Fenris' words were anything to go by. ]
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[He was tired of it, too. But he knew it was well deserved. Only time would heal a wound such as that- and he doubted those two here would do anything to hasten that forwards. Still, at least Kirk was prepared, should the worst happen. Though he'd rather the man not face any of the burden at all, if he could help it.
Finally, he makes a soft noise of assent. He slips his own clothes off, leaving them to pool haphazardly on the floor, as he steps into the shower. He leans up to kiss Kirk between the shower blades, taking the cloth from him. He gently rubs the cloth over the man's back, sudding up the skin, fingers pressing carefully on underused muscles, kneading them back to life. ]
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[ It comes out a little more hollow than he meant it too, recalling what it was Fenris had lived through - a planet dying. At least it felt a little less horrid than the way Vulcan had died. A comet was natural - or so he hoped. He dearly, dearly wanted to hope the Fleet had not sacrificed a planet, possibly billions of people, for the sake of drama. And if they had...
If they had, he would find a way to make them pay. He knew he shouldn't lean towards vengeance, but those people on that planet deserved justice if what happened had been intentional.
Such thoughts lay low when he felt Fenris' lips press to his skin, the rough hands working at his muscles. Another groan left him, deeper and more resonate than when the water had first hit. One hand reached back, brushing over Fenris' thigh, finding the paths of lyrium to follow on instinct. ]
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[His tone is dry, Atroma will never allow them to have much reprieve. That was just the way of things. Best to accept it and learn to roll with their punches.
He smiles a little to himself at the sounds Kirk makes, all the more pleased to know he is the one who is causing them. He shifts against his touch, welcoming it, he's missed it this past moth. His hands move to Kirk's shoulders, roughly massaging into them, working out a month's worth of inaction out of them. ]
I have missed you.
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I missed you too. Dreams aren't as good as the reality.
[ He bent down, gently brushing their lips. ]
Honey, I'm home.
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...Or rather, what he assumes being a love-struck teenager would feel like. He rolls his eyes at it, letting out a soft 'tch' in response. Still, he returns that kiss, deepening it slowly, pouring into it the feelings he cannot yet allow to come to fruition, the words he is not sure he will ever truly be able to say. All go into that kiss. ]
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He pulled back, panting, letting out a warm laugh against Fenris' cheek. ]
Well, good morning to you too, Fenris.
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[His voice is a little more husky from the kiss, a smirk playing across his lips. His fingers move up to brush Kirk's hair side a little, wiping away a few droplets of water in the process. ]
I believe you were supposed to be getting clean.
[He says these words, but he clearly does not care one iota that they are not using the shower for its intended purpose. ]
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[ His hands cupped Fenris' ribs, slowly sliding down his sides to the narrow arch of his hips. He traced the curve of bones, the sharp line of his v and out around to his thighs, back up along the same path. Memory sharpened with each movement, moaning just under his breath. ]
We really need to upgrade to private bathrooms...
[ Because the things he wanted to do just then were not appropriate for public, not at all. ]
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He chuckles, leaning in to give Kirk's jaw a light nip. ]
I couldn't agree more.
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Damn it, he had never thought he could miss a sound as much as he did that laugh. ]
So we're agreed. This cycle, put in for private bathrooms - or at least a step closer to them.
[ Which wasn't stopping his hands from wandering, from stealing another kiss. ]
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Though if we keep this up, it will hardly matter.
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[ It felt like a long time, like he needed to relearn everything. What Fenris had told him earlier still swirled around his head, dredging up a slurry of feelings that he just wasn't ready to deal with, couldn't rightly process just yet. This - this was easier, equally necessary. A distraction and a reminder.
His hand slid from Fenris' rear to between his legs, licking his lips as he pressed their foreheads together. ]
We'll keep it on the to do list anyways, yeah?
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I'll be sure to write it down somewhere.
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Sorry to have you do so much for me.
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I am sure I will suffer through it well.
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