[Because that's really all her life consists of. She takes a long drink as she dares to sidle up beside him. She's not cuddling, she's just...enjoying the proximity.]
My dad threatened someone with a shotgun the other night. You would've been amused.
[She was obviously kidding and she's not sure he gets that. But she can't argue like this, and she's kissing him back while she just helps herself onto his lap so that he doesn't sprain her neck.]
[Oh, he knows it. But patience isn't his strongest virtue, so Deckard's glad when she moves onto his lap. It does indeed give them a better angle for kissing, and for him to run his hands down her back to her ass.]
[Shelby trusts whatever he wants to do. He may be a lot of things but she has been around him long enough to know he won't hurt her. So she just melts into that kiss, playfully nipping at his lower lip. She did kind of miss him but she's not going to say that and spoil the moment.]
[His hands knead at her firm rear end while they kiss. So maybe Shelby is a little more on the right side of the law than most people Deckard's comfortable dealing with, but they've got boundaries around this thing that make it work.] Finally starting to relax after that flight?
[She laughs at that as she slips out of the hot tub and grabs a towel.]
Of course I cook. Do you think I can keep in shape eating takeout pizza? Let me get dried off and I'll see what's in your fridge.
[She'll just leave her wet clothes on the nearby chair to dry before wrapping that towel around her now-naked form and walking back into the house to get warmed up and changed.]
[Deckard's silent but attentive as she disrobes, then relaxes where he is for a few minutes before soon joining Shelby in the kitchen in a matching state of barely-covered nudity.]
[Shelby is in a glib mood, now that she's thrown a bathrobe on and is busy inspecting the contents of his fridge to see what she can come up with. What does he keep in here, anyway?]
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[Because that's really all her life consists of. She takes a long drink as she dares to sidle up beside him. She's not cuddling, she's just...enjoying the proximity.]
My dad threatened someone with a shotgun the other night. You would've been amused.
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[The proximity's not a problem. The cuddling might have been. He lets out a short, barking laugh at her words.]
I just bet I would have. How'd it happen?
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I understand why he does it but Christ, you know, I just want to be able to actually be with someone without wondering what he's going to think.
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[He snorts.] Jesus. One look at me, and he'd be firing that shotgun, wouldn't he?
[Deckard glances over.] So is that it? Am I your current rebellious phase?
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[He shrugs.] Just checking, just checking. And you're not bad yourself.
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Hmpf. I don't know anymore.
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[He moves in, reaching for Shelby to pull her in for a hard, demanding kiss.]
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[Oh, he knows it. But patience isn't his strongest virtue, so Deckard's glad when she moves onto his lap. It does indeed give them a better angle for kissing, and for him to run his hands down her back to her ass.]
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So what I'm hearing is that I should start advertising my services as a therapist of some kind...
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[So not the nature of their relationship.]
Why don't I make dinner and then you can show me where the bedroom is.
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[Deckard arches an eyebrow.]
You cook? This I've got to see.
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Of course I cook. Do you think I can keep in shape eating takeout pizza? Let me get dried off and I'll see what's in your fridge.
[She'll just leave her wet clothes on the nearby chair to dry before wrapping that towel around her now-naked form and walking back into the house to get warmed up and changed.]
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[Deckard's silent but attentive as she disrobes, then relaxes where he is for a few minutes before soon joining Shelby in the kitchen in a matching state of barely-covered nudity.]
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[Shelby is in a glib mood, now that she's thrown a bathrobe on and is busy inspecting the contents of his fridge to see what she can come up with. What does he keep in here, anyway?]
You know that's not helping me, right?