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landing party ( for thecanarylives )

[ He comes to with his head pounding, his vision blurred, and a persistent ringing in his ears. It takes him a while-- a good while, maybe seconds or maybe minutes, to even regain his vision properly, and to take in his surroundings. He's in a shuttle, which is completely wrecked, panels broken and burnt, wires hanging from everywhere, sparks going off and small fires here or there. They're also tilted forward slightly, so he can feel his weight pushing against the belts keeping him strapped to his chair. He looks beyond the window and he sees a lush forest just outside, trees and blue skies as far as the eye can see. It'd be pretty if not for the fact that they've clearly crashed on the planet they were supposed to land on.

Shit. Holy shit, they crashed. How the fuck did they crash? Leonard just wanted to gather some samples from the surface, it didn't even warrant a landing party bigger than two people, how the fuck did they end up like this?

That thought gets his brain into gear. Because he's not alone. He looks over to find Sara passed out, though at least thankfully still strapped to her seat. He lets out a shuddered breath, trying not to panic as he struggles to undo his own safety belt. ]

Sara!! Come on, you piece of shi-- [ His panicked grousing is cut off as his belt comes undone, and he just barely manages to brace himself against the controls rather than slam right into them. Head still spinning, he nevertheless forces himself to stumble towards her, looking her over briefly for possible injuries before he cups her face, trying to wake her up. ] Sara. Hey, can you hear me? Come on, open your eyes...

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[ His hands run over her body, this time a lot more purposeful and not at all teasing. He really is washing the mess off of her now, even as his fingers carefully dip between her legs he's not trying to get her worked up at all, nor does he linger for long enough to manage that. ]

Mm, you know damn well I do, [ He chuckles, smiling down at her. ] But I think we both have early shifts. We should be gettin' some decent rest before then.

[ Her own touch grazes lazily along his skin to help wash him off as well, taking a bit of body soap and lathering it before spreading it across his chest and stomach. Working her way down to his hips, she cranes her neck up to press a soft kiss to his lips, grinning up at him. ]

I guess we could be mildly responsible about our jobs. [ She grabs some more soap, scrubbing herself down with it and turning around to face the wall. ] Get my back, will you?

[ He chuckles a little at that, though they both know they're more than just mildly responsible. It's tempting not to be, though, admittedly. He takes the soap from her, starting to lather up her back. ]

Sure.

[ Doesn't take much to spread the suds across her back, reaching all the way up to her neck, fingers kneading lightly into the muscles of her shoulders. Washing all the way down to the curve of her ass, he finally coaxes her to turn around so they can wash the soap off. Once she's done, he'll turn around too. ] Do mine?

[ Mildly responsible is definitely putting it lightly, considering she's fairly sure they're both the youngest to climb to their respective ranks. Still, his company has been one hell of a welcome distraction from the repetitive nature a five year mission can entail.

She stretches her neck side to side as he massages her shoulders, a content sigh on her lips that turns into a chuckle as he makes his way down to her ass. Turning into the spray to wash herself off, she lathers up a little more soap and presses a kiss to his shoulder blade before washing off his back, his shoulders, his neck, venturing down to grope blatantly at his ass before she washes that off, too. ]

[ The grope to his ass gets a laugh from him, surprised and amused, but otherwise he helps her as he washes himself, rinsing all the soap off under the spray of the shower. It's not long before they're scrubbed and washed clean, and he lingers with her for just a couple minutes longer before he finally shuts off the water, then opens the door to the stall so he can get a towel for them.

Instead of handing it over, he just unfolds it and uses it to dry her off himself, brushing it down her body, carefully squeezing the water out of her hair. ]

[ She echoes his laugh, nipping playfully at his shoulder blade as she helps rinse him off. When he opens the door to the small chamber, it lets in a gust of cool air that makes her draw instinctively closer to him, the steam seeping out of the shower stall.

Smiling when he starts to dry her off, she watches him quietly a moment, fingers toying idly through his hair before she tiptoes up to peck at his lips. She takes the towel once he's done, drying him off in turn and mussing up his hair so it sticks out at odd angles. ]

C'mon, Grumpy. Let's get you into bed.

[ His hair does tend to always stick out at odd angles after he's washed it, so it's fine. He'll deal with it in the morning. Right now he just follows after her with a smile, not bothering with clothes and just dragging her along towards the bed completely naked.

It's not like anyone's going to be coming in, and the temperature setting's perfectly adjusted. He climbs onto the mattress, then urges her to join him, pulling her down so she's lying down next to him. ]

That's unfair, I haven't complained about a single thing tonight, [ He observes with a small smile. ]

[ She kind of likes it when it's messy like that, to be honest. Gives him a little more of an edge. She sneaks a quick, affectionate squeeze to his ass as they head to bed, climbing in after him and settling on her side next to him, hand reaching up to fuss with his hair again. ]

That's because I'm so freaking delightful. [ She grins, leaning in to kiss him again. ]

[ He huffs in amusement when she keeps mussing up his hair, his arm settling around her waist and tugging her closer. He lets out a soft hum, kissing her cheek, then her jaw, nuzzling a bit against her. ]

Yeah, and that's why I've never once complained or groused in your general direction. Because you're so delightful.

[ That's bullshit and they both know it, of course. ]

[ She grins up at him, curling in closer and letting her eyes sink closed at the light touch of his kisses. Her own lips press to his cheekbone, then his temple, then the spot right up against his ear. ]

Mmhm. I'm pretty, too. [ She nips at his earlobe, arm draping around him. ] And pretty good in the sack.

Reckon that's true... you are very pretty.

[ He turns that into a soft little praise, kissing her cheek in return, smiling as he lets his face stay buried in the crook of her neck. He'll be glad to fall asleep just like this, curled up against her, limbs tangled, soft and warm. ]

So are you.

[ She murmurs back against his temple, letting her eyes drift closed.

It feels like only a moment later, but the alarm on her comm link starts buzzing in the early hours of the morning, a sharp pinging sound coming from somewhere across the room.

Groaning, she buries her face into the pillow to try and ignore it, muffling his face in the process. ]

[ Leonard's fast asleep throughout all that, or he was until he gets a face-full of hair. That, coupled with the pinging, gets him to snap awake a little more, and he actually moves to sit up, looking around like a disoriented cat with its hair all mussed up. ]

The hell.

[ He groans, then starts to climb out of bed to find her comm device. After some stumbling into furniture, hissed cursing, and fumbling around, he comes back with it in hand, flopping onto the mattress with a groan while handing the device to her. ] Think that's yours.

[ She's a light enough sleeper, and really only gets a few hours of sleep a night, but truth be told she'd been lulled into a pretty deep sleep last night.

She shifts the pillow off her face when she feels him move, unable to stop the smile that tugs at her lips when she sees him bolt upright, hair sticking out at odd angles against his head. Sitting up and watching him fumble around to find her comm, she wipes a hand over her face, blinking herself awake. ]

Sorry. Morning run alarm. [ She takes the device from him and swipes it to a stop, setting it on the nearby nightstand and glancing down at him. ] Go back to sleep.

Mm, 's fine, [ He murmurs, looking up at her with a small smile. He slips a hand around her waist, fingers brushing up her back, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the nook of her shoulder. ]

I'm used to wakin' up early anyway.

[ Granted, he's usually much grumpier than this, but waking up to her in his bed certainly makes things much better. ]

[ Even in the low light, that sleepy smile he shoots her gets a smile of her own. She melts back down towards him, dragging her fingers through his hair to comb through the messiness of it. ]

Your shift doesn't start for another few hours, right? [ She presses a kiss to his temple, fingertips massaging against the back of his head.

She's usually up and changing into her workout gear by this point, but a few more minutes in bed with him won't kill her. It's... nice. Waking up with him and not having to piece together the night before. ]

Right, [ He nods, sighing at the kiss. He half-expected her to actually get up and get going with her usual training routine, so he's glad when she seems more interested in settling back in and sticking around for a while longer. ]

I mean, if you're not busy... you could stick around. Maybe we can get up in a bit, have some breakfast together. [ He yawns lazily, squeezing her a little tighter for a brief moment. ] How's that sound?

[ Her training schedule isn't all that regimented, considering she spends the bulk of her working time either on a mission, training for one, or training others. She can squeeze a longer run in later in the day. She's much too comfortable now, curled up against him, the bulk of the crew still asleep at this hour. ]

Sounds nice. [ She presses a kiss to his jaw, resting her head in the crook of his neck and resting into the warmth of his chest. ] Or breakfast in bed.

You know that still means one of us has to get up to get breakfast, right?

[ But he's not opposed. He did get up to get her comm device, he can take care of breakfast. He should probably clean up their plates from last night, anyway. ]

What do you feel like havin'? Some pancakes, maybe?

Only for a few minutes. [ She beats him to it, rolling out of bed and picking her way around quietly the furniture in the dim light towards the replicator. ]

Pancakes sound good. Coffee, too. Anything else? [ Keying in a large order of pancakes, a side of fruit, and two coffees, she stretches her neck a little, turning to glance over him and smiling at his silhouette. ]

[ Leonard shifts too, lying on his side, elbow folded and head propped on his own hand. He's just looking at her, really, admiring the view as she makes her way completely naked to the replicator, smiling warmly when she looks back towards him. ]

No. That's just perfect. [ Not necessarily talking about just the breakfast. ]

[ He looks damn good like that, sprawled out and tangled in sheets, hair still sticking out at odd angles. She just smiles back at him a moment, quietly taking him in before the replicator's beeping tugs her from her thoughts.

Turning to take the tray of food and coffee, she makes her way back towards the bed, handing him the tray before climbing back in. ]

I'll try not to get maple syrup everywhere. [ She grins, leaning over to peck him on the cheek. ]

[ He takes the tray, carefully holding it until she sits down on the bed, then he sets it down on the mattress. He goes for the coffee first, taking a slow sip from it, letting out a low, pleased hum. ]

Guess we can always think of interesting ways to clean it up if you do.

[ Clean it off each other, that is. If it gets on the bed, he'll just have to change the sheets. ]

[ She plucks up her own mug along with him, chuckling softly at that low, content hum in his throat as she sips her own coffee. ]

Well, I do like when we get creative. [ She smirks, pouring a bit of syrup onto the stack of pancakes and swiping a bit with her finger to taste. It's good, even for replicator food - though there's a chance they've just gotten used to that slightly synthetic aftertaste having been away for so long.

She plucks a few berries from the bowl, leaning a shoulder against his and munching on them. ]

You sleep okay?

[ Hey, it's caffeine, you bet he's gonna love it. As for the food, he tends not to think much about how it's all synthesized aboard a ship. It's gourmet food when compared to rations, so no matter how he might complain at times, he's honestly glad that they get to have this kind of comfort.

He cuts up a corner of one of the pancakes, bringing it up for a taste. ]

Actually, yes. Slept better than I can remember in a while.

[ Even better than the last time they spent the night together. ]

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rolling through to morning after, if that's cool :D

of course <3!

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