driftfleet_ooc | Happy holidays to your lips~

[Her eyes close as their lips meet. She responds to him gently, not wanting to push him anywhere he doesn't seem ready to go. This isn't her first kiss today, but it does feel different under the circumstances. She tries to push all the other thoughts back—the five minute clock, how Winn would react if he came back and found out, how she feels both to be at the mercy of some overlord's whims again and also simply to being kissed and told she's pretty.]

[Vash tries to think back on all the romance novels he's read over the past hundred and thirty years of his life. In them it always seemed to be the guy in the lead, but they also always seemed to know what they were doing. He wanted to get this right the first time and then airlock the plant out into space.

From what his memory can recall as it races though these new thoughts and feelings he had towards being kissed in a forced romantic way that there was at least a few normal kisses before anything more happened.

He pulls back a couple times to give one or two small kisses as he suddenly realizes he's probably over thinking this already. Giving one more long kiss before he can't help but chuckle in a mostly amused and good nature way at himself. His forehead nearly touching her own with how close he still was.] Heh, I hope I'm not too bad at this.

[Not that he overly cares if he is. Maybe him being bad at this will entertain the viewers enough that they could leave faster]

[It's hard not to overthink it a little. It's not exactly a case of getting lost in emotion which is a lot of her history and he has no history which is still messing with her mind. She definitely got the idea he was a lot older than he looks from the things she saw in his mind and for how long he'd told her Gunsmoke had been around early on. He couldn't have been a child on that ship. It honestly makes her feel worse about wondering lately how long she'd really be able to wait for Winn even though she still deeply loved him.

Still, it isn't all thinking. It's feeling and reacting and getting more comfortable kissing him little by little until he speaks. She lets out a soft laugh.] Not bad at all, Vash. I really did not expect to be kissing you when I first met you though. Despite signing up for that date.

I just thought it would be an fun way to meet interesting people and it really was. [And a way to met a lot of men too. He has a feeling he has Nami to thank for that,

Unfortunately talking isn’t making out so Vash kisses her again. His arms naturally wrapping around to hold Kitty in a gentle hug without really thinking about it.]

[The arms around her feel good—secure. She presses back into the kisses as her hand slowly slides up to tangle softly in his hair.

She pulls back again for a deeper breath a little while later.] I am glad I met you. [Maybe not as much for the date as she is for their ships merging. It was an uncomfortable process, but it's worked out well. Even if the Windrose did eat most of the Three Twins.] I like you. [A phrase she may not have issued in such a straightforward way under other circumstances. But she can be kind of caustic at times and she does want him to know. And she wants this to be a good first experience for him.]

[He smiles at the admission.] I'm glad too. You've been the best Co-Captain and friend a guy could have. [And he was glad. It was the silver lining of being brought here; all the people he got to meet.

Perhaps emboldened by the admission, getting caught up in the moment, or just wanting to be sure we went far enough for this to count as making out. Whatever the reason in the middle of one of the kisses Vash slips his tongue against Kitty's lips.]

[Her lips part easily for him as if she'd been anticipating it. If he's going to be bolder so will she as her tongue greets his and she presses her body closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

And this time when she needs to break for air, she does so while kissing and nibbling her way down his neck which definitely fits her view of making out. She might be getting a little caught up in it.]

[Emotions he's so use to pushing down come rushing forward and this time he doesn't bother keeping them back. For the first time he wasn't going to regret holding back. At least for the moment he wouldn't. He may have a couple regrets later.

Vash matches her pace for pace. Clearly getting a little excited when her lips part for his tongue. His fingertips tracing their way up her back to get lost in her hair. The five minute timer quickly being banished far from his thoughts.

When she starts kissing down his neck he uses one hand to pop open the collar of his coat to give her easier access. Although the skin tight, leather body armour he wears underneath the coat can't be pushed aside so easily.]

[His excitement feeds her own and only makes her more eager for him to enjoy himself. It's an easy mission to get behind without all the added baggage she could be considering. There's time for that later.

She could strip that body armour off him with her power, sending it collapsing to the floor. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she used her power in this sort of context, but under the circumstances it doesn't feel like something she has permission to do or something either of them are ready for. Instead, she makes the best of what she can work with until her lips return to his, already parted for entry.]

[It's possibly a good move to not remove the armour as that would have quickly snapped him back to where he was and with the moment it was gone and his scars fully exposed.

Instead he's still allowing himself to get swept away. So when her mouth comes back and lips parted for him he's ready. There is not hesitation this time as his tongue enters to explore and tease its way through the inside of her mouth.

[As they kiss, her hand slides up the back of his neck as they kiss, sliding into his hair and then dragging it's way back down, raking over his coat with some pressure though between the coat and the armor and her very much not intending to hurt him the effect is blunted.

She also increases the intensity of the kiss, deepening it. Safe to say he's not the only one getting swept. She has no idea how long it's been or if they're already free.]

[The hint that they may have lost track of time comes when Vash pushes against Kitty and they're able to step back more than they were previously allowed to do.

It was nice not having to be so acutely aware of his surroundings. To just give himself fully to the moment that Vash doesn't notice the extra freedom right away himself.

Too busy rubbing his right thumb over the tip of her ear and feeling the strands of her hair between his fingers. He's not even sure when that glove came off. Except that he liked the feel of skin on skin more than having the glove on.

He gives one more hard kiss before he starts trailing the kisses down and back towards that ear. Following the curve of her jaw.]

[Why would there even be a barrier? Such a silly thing to be expecting. Clearly all that is or has ever been is this making out, right? They normally do this on the ship in the kitchen or wherever they were.

Her hands are sliding over him more freely than before and he earns himself a breathy sound of appreciation at one of those kisses to her jaw. She extends her neck for him. She has a thing for necks.]

[The crew must be getting tired of having to walk around the pair with how often they're locked together around the ship.

His lips curl up into a smile when he hears that sound of appreciation. Now that he's found a tender spot he decides to give it a bit more attention. Moving slowly down her neck. Letting his warm breath linger in anticipation against her skin before following it up with a kiss.]

[Definitely. Totally normal. Nothing to see here.

A few things to hear though. She makes a few more pleased sounds as he works her neck before returning to her lips. When he does, she kisses him back much more hungrily than before. Her hands clutch at him more tightly, pulling him closer. She doesn't seem so worried about being gentle for his first time now.]

[Vash chuckles, muffled by the kisses he's returning, clearly pleased with her reaction and proud to have been the cause.

His right hand attempts to snake its way under her shirt to gently crawl it's way up her spine if he's able to. Never before has he so badly needed to touch someone's skin before.

As his one arm seeks to tickle his other wraps itself tightly around her waist. Pushing their bodies together. Between his pushing and her pulling the two are much closer than even the long forgotten mistletoe had ever required.]

[The shirt has the advantage of just being a shirt. No uniform of any kind today. She rarely wears it unless she's expecting trouble or training. And she certainly makes no effort to restrict his movements beneath her clothing. She's even ready to greenlight travels to other destinations, but that might be harder with how closely they're pressed.]

What's so funny? [She manages to ask even if her voice is breathy and her lips find themselves busy again sucking and nibbling at his earlobe.]

[He doesn't want to admit that he was proud of himself. It seemed a bit conceited even given their current situation. His mind is quick to offer a joke instead.]

I was just won-woahh! [The way her teeth bite his ear felt good in ways he had not been expecting. Perhaps he shouldn't be pressing up against her too tightly now. Yet, he can't seem to stop as he breathlessly tries to continue what he had been about to say.] -wondering if I could get you to- to- [God this was distracting!] -purr like--

[Damn it. He gives up and kisses her hard on the lips to stop himself from outright groaning.]

[She doesn't mind the pressure. She'd be more surprised and a little disappointed if that wasn't happening.

She kisses back with equal zeal if only to stop him from finishing that sentence. She doesn't pull back until she's fully breathless and even then her teeth catch onto his bottom lip, softly dragging it along with her for a moment.]

Kitty got your tongue?

[A wolfish grin blooms on his face at the suggestion. Perhaps it was because he was breathing so heavily that he doesn't give a response. Instead he tilts his head down to kiss at the nap of her neck along her collar bone. Running his tongue along the bone as if to show that she doesn't completely have his tongue.]

[It kind of feels like hers with him doing that, but as long as he keeps it up she's happy not to tell him so. Besides, she's busy making more pleased sounds even if he is going to be too proud of himself over it.]

You're wearing too much. [And with those words his coat falls right through them. Yes, through. Landing safely on the floor. He's still wearing too much, but there is some measure of control left.]

[The armour he always wears under his coat hides some of his worst scars, but most will be on display for her to see.

Large gashes where there should be skin and muscle, but instead is either left open or at best covered by mismatched metal plates. Rough, raised skin of newer scars over top of much older scaring. There are even the tops of some screws sticking out that is hopefully holding some body part together. The occasional burn scar tissue mixed in between what flesh is left for good measure. No matter where one tries to look there is a scar somewhere on his body. Even his left arm, the shoulder is littered with scars before the shiny metal of his prosthetic arm that's been attached takes over. Clear dents and marks have even been left behind in the metal.

The weight of his jacket being suddenly on the ground at his feet registers somewhere in the back of his mind. It's not enough to break his focus from the gentle nibbling he's in the middle of trailing back up Kitty's neck towards her ear.]

[With the jacket freed she sees him first with her hands as they move over his shoulders and back to explore and not with her eyes since those are closed as she moans out at his touches. It's been over a century for him and only seven months for her, but she's lived a lot of life in the couple of decades she's been around. Seven months feels like a very long time to her. She's missed being touched and kissed and held. As much as she's just losing herself to this she is aware somewhere in her mind that their obligation must be long past fulfilled and that they shouldn't be doing this here where someone could come in or anywhere at all. And yet she is and they are and she doesn't want anything to derail it. She wants just a little more and a little more after that and a little more after that. The big picture might be wrong, but it feels so right in the small moments.

And maybe that's why the scars don't jar her so much. Because she doesn't want them to. She doesn't want to slow it down and ask questions. But it isn't just that. Scars are familiar territory. Tyki's body had been racked with them and you weren't really and X-Men until you had a few. If his hands wander far enough they'll find some of hers. She's been luckier than most from her world if you don't count the early death thing. Her power makes it harder to leave scars. At least the physical kind. But there are still a few, usually well treated and smooth, but still there as a reminder.]

[A shiver runs down his spine as Kitty touches skin that only one other person has touched without flinching away. Feeling such gentle and soft fingertips across his scars brings the situation back to him. They really had gone farther than they needed to.

Yet he didn't want to stop. Every fiber of his body was screaming for him to keep going.] Kitty... [His hands on her hips he whispers her name. He wanted to say so much more. He needed to make sure this wasn't the mistletoe. That he wasn't taking advantage of her. He had to know that he hadn't gone too far already, but all that comes out is a longing groan as he gasps for air when he tries to put his concerns into words. Fingertips starting to dig into her skin, not hard enough to break skin or hurt, but just enough force to keep them from roaming too far.]

[She wants to think the whispered name is encouragement, but the way he stills his hands just barely and leaves his mouth there, not kissing her, confirms otherwise. "Your room?" is on the tip of her tongue. She wants to say it, but it would make it all too real. It would bring that big picture crashing down like a stark, unavoidable reality she couldn't ignore instead of just a series of small choices and actions she could brush away for the moment.]

Hi. [Softly, still so close to him. Eyes looking into his.]

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No fair. I have no make out icon XD

There must be fanart and doujinshi out there!

Oh there is plenty, but none that I have icon ready on my phone lol

hehe, fair!

File this icon under things I was expecting to do on my lunch break

haha!

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/does best to get good mileage out of this icon before it goes and collects dust.

haha!

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