goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"You gave him back." Whether it's D talking about York or York talking about D- there's no real way to say. There's an equal amount of both in how they tip their head forward to rest against David's. How they breathe. Warm and real and whole and while York had to bargain and beg Wash didn't have to.

It's a kindness they won't forget.

He doesn't think that he's been so terrified as he is when York and Delta lean against him. He's a fucking mess, bloodied where York had smashed his nose and he'd barely had chance to clean up, and he's tired. Hadn't slept last night. Too caught up in watching York, savouring the last moments. He can feel York's breath and his warmth, the lines around his eyes. He lets it continue for a moment until he can drag himself away sharply.

"I said I was just following orders. Don't think it means anything else."

"Of course not." And that? That is Delta before he sinks back under York's skin enough for the usual half smile to peek on through. Sure he's cuffed. Sure he's probably fighting a losing battle- but he's got Delta.

With that? he can make this work. He's certain of it. And he might still have a thread on Wash- enough that he doesn't think much at all of licking what blood he'd picked up from the kiss off slow and easy.

After all. Wash is only human. "Lead on, Agent Washington."

He eyes him warily for a moment, unsure of how to take the bits of Delta peeking through. Orders are great, but he's not sure he likes this. His gaze remains fixed on York when he licks away the flecks of Wash's blood from his lips, pink tongue flicking out. And yeah, he knows exactly what that tongue can do, how good it can make him feel.

He heads out of the room, waiting for York to leave before he closes the door. The other guards have weapons trained on him and he knows that Carolina is there, watching. Probably following while cloaked.

"Twitter- oh. OH. Um." Deny? Deny. "I uh. Got a date. tonight. I think? I think."

Date? Ah! Courtship? There's a flick of her tail in acknowledgement. "That is good, I assume?" He certainly seems happy about it.

"He uses autotune." He spits the word out like it's satan's name.

If you wanna take a shower the bathroom's right over here-

[ Playing host feels weird. Feels strange but it's Carolina. It's carolina and he's taking her to his bedroom.

To sleep.

Him of eight years ago would be kicking him so hard right now.

Instead he reaches his arm out to hook around her waist and help her to the bedroom without comment or question. ]

"Yeah! I haven't really dated in...awhile. A long while. Um. Wow it's been awhile." This will be good. It'll be fun. "You're on your own for dinner tonight, okay? And...maaaaybe I'll end up bringing them back here? If I do we'll keep to my room, promise."

Oh Musicians.

"Still reserving judgement," she informs him, quietly turning two mugs upright, setting one aside for him. "Creamer? Sugar?" Coffee's almost done.

York follows. Head up, shoulders straight, and starts counting the steps. If he can find his way back here he can find his way to the terminal. Even without a HUD and only one good eye- with Delta? he can keep track of who's around. What they're wearing. Armor, body language, temperament. Cataloging. So they can plan.

"He's terrible and he can take himself and fuck himself with himself." All the muttering. "One cream, two sugars. Thank you."

"Well you have had an eventful life time," the demon points out, before lips twist into a smirk. "You had best leave me a good dinner, then. And a tale to tell when you are done."

She doesn't seem to doubt at all that time would be spent in his room - she never goes in there, and doesn't seem bothered by the offer for him and his potential guest to seclude themselves away.

"What do you want? I can pick up some of that Thai you liked from a week ago or- Anything really. Name it and I'll grab it for you. Only fair." Kissing and telling isn't usually his bag but- who's Carolina gonna tell? No one.

She's sure he could come up with a more descriptive insult once he was more awake. As it is, that one doesn't even get a snort, Carolina preferring to hand over the coffee without further delay.

"Should probably be giving you decaf. Still a good few hours out until that post-tour press conference of yours, you know."

The cell when they reach it is not quite what one would have expected. For an army base, it's positively luxurious. A large bed, bathroom, desk and chair. Bolted down of course, and there was no computer terminal anywhere for him to get access to. But in place of that, there's a few books, a pack of cards.

"In here," Wash says, nudging him inside. "I wouldn't try to get out by the way. There's an EMP charge on the door. It'll go off if it's opened wrongly."

Claws tap against her lips. The Thai food had been pretty great. "Spicy. But something new," she requests at last, letting her wings shrug rather than her shoulders. "We've only gone through half of your menu list, have we not?"

[ Even as his arm settles around her, she leans into him as she regains her balance. The prospect of a shower is very appealing; while the undersuit isn't exactly stinky and she's worn it for longer stretches without concern, having the opportunity to clean is one she'd prefer to take sooner, than later.

The prospect of having to fumble out of it in her tired state defeats the desire for hot water right now, however. ]

In the morning. I'd be afraid I'd fall asleep in there and drown.

[ Well, not really, but keeping it light is important, right? Not paying attention to the splay of his hand at her waist, no siree. She follows his lead up to his room, and there's several blinks as she realises just how big the bed is; he hadn't been kidding about a little personal luxury where this was concerned. ]

..Any side you prefer to call dibs on? [international protocals be damned, this is his house. Always important to ask the Host for their preferences.]

This is- nice. Very nice. One way in, one way out, door's probably trapped against tampering. No terminal that he can see but-

THey'll figure something out. They always do.

He's already peering at the desk and considering his options when Wash tells him that last bit and both he and Delta lock up cold. Well. That's why he let him take D, right there. Not gonna fuck with that door. Noted. "So do I get to be uncuffed now or do I have to live with my hands behind my back forever? Also: Clothes. I know you like my ass but come on- will it kill you to give me some jeans or something?"

Wash stands in the doorway, watching as York explores the room. He's not sure what Carolina and Control have planned, but they're definitely keeping him in luxury for now. Kill him with kindness? He'll have to speak to her later.

Turn around and I'll get rid of the cuffs for now," he says. No promising that he won't still end up cuffed later if he's an asshole about things. It's kind of inevitable. "I'll see what I can find. Might have noticed I don't exactly own a lot of clothes. Not sure anyone has many with them."

"Spicy but new. Can do." Updating her on what's available by way of food has been something of an adventure. He tended to get whatever was cheap and filling but with Carolina he's sort of started branching out more. Being able to afford better has helped a lot. Having someone to eat with? Helped more.

There's another little ping and his smile lights up like a supernova. "I DO in fact have a date tonight, HELL yeah!"

Turn around he does, fingers still laced together. Keeps him still. Keeps him focused. "Someone's bound to have something- unless you're keeping me here mostly naked as some kinda sex slave which- kinky but no."

He very much so does not consent.

Still, something in what Delta said earlier, something in what Delta's murmuring now has him rolling his shoulders and canting his hips slightly- lazy, idle postures that have the side effect of making him look particuarly sexy- or so he'd been told.

"Always an option," Wash says coldly. "Sure we can get a shipment of really good drugs delivered if we want that."

He unfastens the cuffs and takes them away, not giving York anything to work with, although he lingers a little longer than he should. The bodysuits are called that for a reason, skintight and hiding absolutely nothing at all. "You'll deal directly with me and Carolina. Everyone else has orders not to interact for any reason."

I'll make waffles while you shower.

[ He can do that. Real food. A LOT of real food, she'll need it. Hell, he still needs it and he doesn't wear the suit she does. Speaking of...

He walks her to the bedroom and gives her a squeeze once they're at the door, slipping away long enough to tug on some drawstring pants and a worn t-shirt. There. Less tension, maybe. ]

I got something you can borrow if you don't wanna sleep in the undersuit. I remember them not breathing all that well after the first few days.

[ It's nothing much. Just worn, soft cotton with a grifball logo. ]
Right side, closest to the door. You?

"You could just ask nicely." And he's close. Close enough for York to turn his head over his shoulder and give a little twist to his spine. Sure he's in a suit instead of in a shower but not twenty four hours ago Wash fucked him hard against a wall. Invoking that image shouldn't take much effort. "You're my personal warden? That's hot."

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