dreampost: even more after dark edition (III)

[wotanon]

[ AGAIN, but this time it's future is now's fault,

shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

[She can't catch his, and he's glad for it; if he had one, it would be going about a hundred miles a minute]

How bout I think warm thoughts, see if that helps any.

[unbr8kable]

Can't hurt... Start giving it a shot.

[Finally feeling a little less desperately cold, she shifts her hand to curl loosely at his waist instead]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Soup. Cocoa. Those heaters with the fire in em.

[Leans into her; he's shivering a little less, now]

[unbr8kable]

As opposed to heaters with ice in 'em?

[crossmyheartandhope]

As opposed to heaters that just like. Feel warm. Without the fire.

[unbr8kable]

So firey heaters're the only good ones, then? The rest of us're chopped liver?

[crossmyheartandhope]

What, you saying a heater's your secret identity or something?

[unbr8kable]

Not all heroes wear capes.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Sure, but you oughtta have a mask or something at least. Otherwise, what's keeping is so secret?

[unbr8kable]

How many people'm I letting close enough to find out?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Mask the powers, not the face. Pretty sneaky.

[unbr8kable]

Can hide in plain sight. And for the few people who know the truth, who's ever gonna believe 'em?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Man, and you're making a liar out of me. Rude, dude.

[unbr8kable]

[Leans in, more heavily than necessary]

I can only continue my good work when it's undercover. But I can trust you to keep my secret, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[When she leans in like that, he is reminded, quite suddenly, of the fact that neither of them are wearing terribly much - flushes a little, and ducks his head.]

...uh. Sure, uncaped crusader. Your power's safe with me.

[unbr8kable]

[Continues to lean on him, squirming against him to get more comfortable even as she waits for him to shrug her off so he can sit back normally]

Ah, good. Guess that punishment can keep.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Doesn't shrug her off; in fact he may go somewhat still for a beat or two, at the squirming, face creeping darker]

Man, what kinda do-gooder punishes regular citizens?

What were you gonna do to me, stick me in jail?

[unbr8kable]

[Stays flopped where she is, then, though it's apparently not any less cold pressed flush against him from her reaction]

Who's a regular citizen? Everyone knows you're a known sock thief with a shaky at best knowledge of traffic laws.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, rude. I only got a couple pairs of your socks. That's like nothing, next to most clothes dryers.

[unbr8kable]

Couple pairs! I thought you only had like three, total!

[crossmyheartandhope]

Well, we traded the one. Then you left another pair, and I washed em for you, but I forgot to give em back and they were clean, so...

[unbr8kable]

Wow. ...You know the underwear drawer magically replenishes, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, if you just keep getting new ones instead of cleaning em, you're gonna run out of room eventually. Then it's all socks all the way down.

[unbr8kable]

Couple extras would come in handy now, wouldn't they?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Man... yeah. Couple extra'd be great about now.

[A beat]

You ain't doing a bad job keeping us warm, though.