And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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it's perfect

[pain_train]

I think... I think my doc said I'm forty two? [Shrug. Age is just a number, and she sure doesn't remember 42 years of life, though there's no need to get into all that right now, right?]

[Minor moment of worry on her part when he freezes, because she's not very good at this--well, she's just fine at kissing, but not so great on knowing if it's socially acceptable--and doesn't want to fuck it up. But no, seems to be all right, even if he's being really gentle. She leans into it a bit, just enough to indicate that she means business, cute guy, and to get the impression of those fangs, which...

Later. Could be really interesting later. Don't jump too far ahead, Wrath.

She draws back, lingering for a second on his lower lip. Then gives him an unabashed, please-with-herself grin.] Well, of course I'll respect you. I respect anyone who works hard and is good at their job.

[The sad thing is, she doesn't even mean it quite like that.]

:D

[ecclesiophobic]

[Oh, hello. Somewhere during all of this his fingertips end up resting on one of her cheeks, the unfurred skin callused but touching lightly, a little hesitant. His hands with their three digits are often strange to feel, though he would never apologize for them.

He's tempted to follow her when she leans back, but--later, possibly. They're in public, and he does intend to socialize a bit more. (Also flirting like this with his ship's first officer could end badly, but Kurt's ignoring that.) Her grin is bright enough that he can't help but smile back, a warm expression for the seconds before it turns impish.]

A gentleman doesn't brag, but I have been told I work hard and take direction well.

Oh my god Kurt

[pain_train]

[The hands are interesting, but considering she's from a place with extreme body mods and a wide array of artificial replacement body parts, it's more an academic mental note than anything else. It means she ends up resting her other hand on top of his because it feels interesting, and good, and she likes him. Encouragement, really.

(And yeah, doing whatever with a crewmate might be a bad idea but she's lonely, they're not in a warzone, and she's counting on Kurt's ability to be as professional as she is. Work and play are two different things. Guess she'll find out one way or another. It's a learning experience for someone who still has no idea how civilian life works.)

And gosh he has a nice smile. She can't say no to a smile like that (unless it's a command decision).

And oh. Oh! Yep, even bigger grin.]

Looking forward to finding out for myself. [Hell yes, oh yes.]

But you know. Team effort. I never leave a man behind.

He thinks he's smooth.

[ecclesiophobic]

[She'll probably be able to feel where the fur starts thinning and fading to skin the same color around his knuckles. Also the silvery ring around his last finger that Kurt himself seems to have forgotten about in favor of stroking his thumb along the curve of her cheek.

(The concept of worrying about tomorrow's consequences is still one that doesn't come easily to Kurt, having lived so much of his life without the guarantee of another day. If he saw something he wanted, he went for it or gave it up for lost. It occurs to him, but like the possibility of not being able to separate work and play, only vaguely.)

His tail swishes through the air when she grins, and he leans in with intent to press a kiss to a corner of her mouth. A smile like that lightens something in his chest, how can he not want to kiss it?]

I'm glad to hear that. [And if the movements of his tail sketching abstract shapes in the air look a little jaunty, that's only the truth.] Even so, I hope you won't mind that I insist on upholding the tradition of ladies first.

Dorks. Both of them. Giant dorks.

[pain_train]

[Well, if he's going to stroke her cheek like that, she can't help but turn her face into it. Too many years to make up for, she'll probably never stop being starved for touch. And that little kiss, even better.

Oh, that's right. He's got a tail. And that... um. Perhaps it says something about her that she doesn't spare a moment thinking it's strange, she's more considering all the fascinating possibilities, right up there with the fangs. Lucky, lucky Wrath.]

Well, you're obviously a kind and generous person. [Mental high five for herself.] Lucky me!

[She turns her face a little more to give his thumb a light, teasing nip.] You wanting to hang around here much longer? I'm good for whatever.