Off-Season Kickback Time? Seems Legit.

[namisan]

Who: Bloodsport crew!
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Bloodsport and visitors
When: December in general

[It's been a long couple months, but things seem to be quiet again.  More or less.  Varying repairs on the go, winding down, and the invasion of yet more FF7 characters.  Y'all have fun, now.]

Comments

[wingenvy]

I could do that.

[but that means he'd have to let go... which he does, very reluctantly, after one last kiss.]

If you need help finding anything, I... think I know where everything is? I haven't cooked up a storm in here or anything, but I checked the place out, at least.

[asphodels]

[ The kisses are a very good arrangement, and it's hard for her to give them up too. All the same... ]

I need to have a look around. It's different from the other ship.

[ She hums, thoughtful. ]

We need to make sure we get some nice things to store from the planet, right?

[wingenvy]

Yeah, hopefully the next place we end up is nicer than the last two. It'd be great to stock up! Go hunting, shop around, maybe visit another beach...

[he starts futzing about with the cutlery and plates, kind of informal (he's a mess-hall fella) but functional, anyway.]

[asphodels]

I'd like to go to the beach again.

[ She remembers going to Costa del Sol, and it had been lovely for the short amount of time they'd been there, and the one before... ]

We could have another picnic.

[wingenvy]

Maybe I could try to treat you this time!

[....which is questionable at best, granted, because his food isn't exactly gourmet... but he would like to treat her sometimes instead of just her making food at the time. Cook or not, she deserves to be pampered.]

[asphodels]

You don't have to treat me! I just want to be with you.

[ She manages to make something that smells decent enough, and she takes it over to the table. It seems so wildly domestic that her heart rushes in her chest, and she leans close, tilting her head to kiss Zack quickly. ]

[wingenvy]

[Never getting tired of that. He leans into her kiss with a beaming smile, then plops himself down and leans in to take a sniff. It smells like, well, rations, but there's a nice mix of different flavours and spices that make it more appealing than it has any right to be. It could be Aerith's skill, or just the placebo effect of being with her. Does he care? No sir!]

I don't have to do anything. But I want to! I wanna spoil you and make you happy. It's kind of important, y'know!

["kind of".]

[asphodels]

[ Aerith is determined to collect as many things that will keep for a few months the next time they dock so that she has some nice things to prepare for her crew - rations work well enough, but they're not good. There should be something good on the ship, more than being tangled up with her boys and basking in the happiness of being alive... Not that that isn't wonderful in its own right. ]

I'm always happy when I'm with you, Zack.

[wingenvy]

Aerith, babe, I love you, but sometimes your selflessness is exhausting.

[is there such a thing as nonchalant, affectionate exasperation? Because he's feeling it now. STOP BEING SO ACCOMMODATING]

Remember how we talked about this? You're allowed to want more!

[asphodels]

[ She just gives him a look. ]

I ask for the things I want! It doesn't mean I need to be spoiled. I want you to know that being with you is enough for me, okay?

[wingenvy]

[oooh, scary. he looks unruffled, stuffing a bit of whatever she cooked in his mouth.]

I see, I see. She's resistant. I'll just have to take the stealthy approach.

[asphodels]

[ She scoffs, leaning over to poke his cheek. ]

I'll be watching.

[wingenvy]

[he puffs his cheeks out as if to resist the poke.]

Shouldn't pampering be part of the tiny wishlist? Since it means I have to be around you to do it.

[asphodels]

Hmm...

[ Considering, she tilts her head, tapping her cheek. ]

Do I get to pamper you?

[wingenvy]

I think you already do that plenty. But if that's your condition, then I won't fight it.

[asphodels]

Then we can agree. [ Aerith smiles, and leans over, kissing his cheek. It feels so domestic, so sweet, and she just... Feels warm. ]