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[ it's late when he finally rolls back into town. he'd driven straight through the night with the intent on getting back here as soon as he could. it's been a few weeks now since he left and while he's kept in contact via phone, it's not the same thing as being here.
he considers calling her before he shows up but decides against it at the last second. if she's asleep, he'll wake her up and then go back to sleep with her. if she's awake, well, he'll talk to her a bit and then probably insist she go to sleep.
or maybe they'll do something else. who knows.
he stares at her door for a few seconds and then, eventually, knocks. while he waits, he brushes his hands through his hair and then through his beard to try and look presentable. it's been a long night and he's been driving for hours.
he just hopes she's home. if she's not, then she's gonna find him sitting outside her door and looking like a vagrant. ]
[ She’s up late when she hears the truck pull up to the front of the house, tires moving across the gravel drive; she doesn’t want to hope against hope that he’s here but she can’t help but wonder if it’s him, if he really has driven all night to get here and she’s going to throw the door open to find him standing there on the front porch.
The knock at the door comes and she won’t bother to slip on more layers, instead moving to answer it in the clothes she usually sleeps in — a tank top and a pair of shorts — but she briefly shoves a hand through her hair, giving it a good tousle before finally turning the handle.
And the smile that emerges on her face is immediate, when she sees him; she sways into the doorframe slightly and peers up at him with a note of fondness in her features, but before either of them can say anything she’s reaching out to grab a fistful of his shirt, using it to tug him in close as she slants their mouths together.
There, only after greeting him with a kiss, does she whisper a greeting: ] Hey, you.
[ she opens the door and, for a second, all he can feel is relief. relief that she's there, that she's awake, and that she seems pleased to see him. he hadn't really doubted it but time and distance can do strange things to people and their...relationships.
if this was a relationship. he's not really sure what it is but he likes it and he hadn't wanted to come back to it being changed.
there's a smile on his face when she pulls him in and she'll probably feel it when her mouth meets his. he responds eagerly, immediately, unable not to feel anything but contentment. ]
Hey.
[ the tension in his shoulders eases and he smiles crookedly at her. ]
[ Neither of them has tried to put a label on what this is — which is frankly just fine as she's concerned, because no one would ever look at her and see someone who could thrive in a committed relationship — but if she really had to go and admit it to herself, she'd probably fess up to the fact that this has definitely progressed past the point of a casual hookup. Sure, he comes to see her, sometimes even stay with her when he's in town, and yeah, they spend a good chunk of that time in bed, but maybe they're treading a line here between something without strings and being tied together by a few loose knots.
She can't deny that the first thing she feels upon seeing him is relief, relief that he's okay; she knows what he's been gone doing and how dangerous it is because of who he is, because of who doesn't want people like him to exist. But she hopes he's figured out that he's safe here, with her, and that it would never even occur to her to give him up to anyone. ]
You know me. Always been kind of a night owl.
[ She realizes she's standing out on the porch with him in what are essentially her pajamas with her fingers still threaded in his shirt, but she doesn't have it in her to be embarrassed as her eyes search his. ]
Yeah, everything's good. I'm in one piece. [ not a bruise of a scratch on him this time. that hasn't always happened but life was a dangerous thing for both of them for different reasons. maybe he joked about quiet trips being boring but he did appreciate them because he liked coming back and not being in constant pain for however long he was here. ]
You?
[ he doesn't really know what she's been up to since he's been gone but it's been a few weeks. longer than planned but not the longest time he's been gone. even though he wants to just step into her and go inside, he wants to know what she's been up to before he does that. ]
Looks like. [ Yes, she might be using the opportunity to get in a sly mention of how much she enjoys looking over at him — and maybe taking advantage of the situation to step back and let her gaze rake over him, but if he calls her out on it she's just going to pretend she was checking him out for cuts and bruises, obviously. ]
Same old same. Protecting a town isn't an easy job, but someone's gotta do it. Even if that someone is the town's black sleep.
[ Maybe that's why they'd been drawn to each other in the first place; she knows a thing or two about being an outcast, being ostracized, being hated because of a misconception and not because anyone bothered to get to know her for who she really is.
She shrugs one shoulder, finally taking a step back into the house. ] You planning on standing out there all night?
I would've if you'd been out here with me. [ but no, he was going to go inside. it's been a long drive, a long few weeks, and he wants something familiar to surround himself. so, once she steps back, he follows, crossing the threshold and shutting the door behind him quickly.
he shrugs out of his coat, tossing it on a nearby chair or table or something (he's barely paying attention to anything but her her) before moving closer again. ]
I like that you got dressed up for me. [ he likes the pajamas, he means. ] You look good.
C'mon, it's too cold out there. [ Spoiler alert: it is not cold out there, it could barely even be considered chilly, but she wants to bring him inside and maybe see exactly how far they get inside the house before she's throwing herself at him.
Not that she's excited to see him or anything along those lines. ]
Shut up. [ But her grin splits her face before she can help it, as she turns her head to attempt to mask it behind the fall of her hair, and when she finally tilts her chin up to bring him into her view again it's with an undeniable fondness in her gaze. ] You look good too.
I look like a homeless person. [ he'd heard that once or twice over the last few weeks. he doesn't mind because it makes it easy to blend in and look like anyone else but he knows the image he presents. ]
Maybe you just like scruffy vagrants. [ he doesn't step closer but a smile does inch its way onto his face and he tucks his hands into his pockets, watching her from across the short distance. ]
Not that I mind, of course. [ before she says anything in response to that. ] Benefits me if you do.
But a sexy homeless person? [ She ventures a shrug of one shoulder, giving him a sly expression — because it really is a question of which one of them is going to move to close the distance first, and maybe she wants to find out exactly who breaks first.
In response to that remark, she laughs, because it's true; maybe she does have a type and maybe that type is slightly scruffy-looking dudes. (She's always had a little something for Harrison Ford, even if she'll never admit it.) But the sight of him slipping his hands into his pockets, as well as that slightly knowing look he gives her, prompts a broader smile. ]
So does that mean I can tell you you're not allowed to shave the beard? [ Okay, she's losing her own challenge for sure, already stepping forward as she gently slips her arms around his neck. ] Because it's a good look.
Are there such things as sexy homeless people? [ if there were, he'd take it. he knows he's got a little better than an actual homeless person and he's not taking what he has for granted at all but he knows he could also clean up a little. ]
You can tell me. Maybe I'll even listen. [ he probably would. when she slips closer, he pulls his hands out of his pockets and winds his arms around her waist. ]
Sure there are. I'm looking at one right now. [ But her lips tilt up in a smile that makes it plain she's still just teasing him for that nerf herder look, and her fingers latch together at the nape of his neck, keeping herself tethered to him by that much before the slip of his arms around her waist draw her even closer against him. ]
You? Disappointing?
[ She clucks her tongue against her teeth, offers a small headtilt, and then dips in slightly to nudge her nose against his. ]
It'd take a hell of a lot for you to disappoint me, Diaz. Even more than that if you make good on your promise to take me into that bedroom and do filthy, filthy things to me.
[ he noses against her, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent and savoring in her touch for just a second before he starts backing her towards where he thinks the bedroom might be. ]
All I've been thinking about while I've been driving is all the filthy, filthy things I want to do to you. Going down on you, fingering you, teasing you until you beg for more, you on top, you on your hands and knees...
[ he trails off and bites his lip. ] Made driving hard sometimes. Literally.
You know, I'm having trouble thinking of an example right now. Then again, you're being really distracting right now.
[ Her voice leaves her a little hushed, a subtle hitching in her breath when he so thoroughly fills the space between them, pressing against her in all the right ways already seconds before he starts walking her backwards in that slow, even pacing of their feet. ]
How do you do that? [ There's a subtle marveling in the question she poses to him, the way she tilts her chin up to keep their faces close together. ]
How do you just continue to be this insanely sexy?
Well, I wouldn't wanna show up and just be boring. Then, you might not want me to come back.
[ hopefully not. hopefully being boring wouldn't have been the dealbreaker between them. doesn't mean he's going to show up and just wanna sit on her couch and sleep but still. ]
It's called being too lazy to shave and wearing clothes that come from a thrift store and passing it off as being rugged. [ her face tips closer and he can't resist pressing a light, quick kiss against her lips. ] The dirty talk I picked up from truckers at rest stops.
I think I'd be just as into you even if you were a little boring. Could kind of use boring for a change, actually.
[ Especially considering the life she leads; boring is downright refreshing.
She won't withdraw from him as he leans in, gives her the soft press of his mouth; she hovers close to let her lips brush against his even while they continue talking in those low, hushed tones. ]
And here I thought you came up with all your own material. You mean to tell me you've been stealing all your best dirty talk from somewhere else?
Oh yeah, I steal everything good. This beard? I decided to grow it because I read somewhere that women love a man with a good beard.
[ and while that was actually true, it wasn't the reason why marcos had grown his beard. he'd been lazy, mostly, and then in a place where it was smart to grow a beard because he'd been cold and then he'd just kept it. ]
The dirty talk? It's from the porn I watched in the last hotel I stayed in. Really good porn. Lots of great dirty talk and acrobatics.
[ he grins at her, leaning forward to capture her mouth for a proper kiss. ]
Smart and well-read. Remind me again how I managed to snag you?
[ She says it half-jokingly, because it's not like they've ever actually had a DTR (define the relationship) talk, what with the both of them being propelled into life-or-death situations on the regular, and who has time for that anyway?
But maybe she's thought about it here and there, about what something real between them would look like. ]
Acrobatics, huh? Did you learn anything you want to show m — ?
[ It's all she manages to get out before his lips are on hers again, and she sighs softly into it, arms winding more firmly around his neck as she lifts herself up on her tiptoes to meet him; he's got her beat by more than a few inches, but she never objects to having to insert herself more fully into his space. ]
Were you about to ask me if I learned anything from the porn movies I might or might not have watched and wanted to see?
[ he pulls away just enough that he can move his lips to talk but his mouth is still mostly pressed against hers and he whispers the words to her. his lips then pull into a smile, smug and devious. ]
Wouldn't you like to know? Or see. [ and he would absolutely show her, of course. ] Had to do something to get off when I couldn't get you on the phone to hear your voice.
Well, I figured you might have picked up one or two things you'd be interested in trying out.
[ And she keeps their faces close, lets her lips brush against his on every other syllable in that way that only draws out how badly she wants him, raises the anticipation of the moment.
They've always had a knack for this, at teasing out things until they're both desperate and practically clawing at each other, ripping each other's clothes off, and maybe now is no exception even while they're already moving in the direction of her bed. ]
You should show me that too sometime. [ Now that she has him here, it feels like permission to be bold, to voice her desires, to ask for what she wants. ] How you get yourself off when I'm not around.
[ far be it from him to not give her a show. he wasn't terribly shy, not when he was in private with her but it wasn't something he'd with just anyone either. ]
You want to watch me jerk off? Fuck into my fist while I think of you? I'd be happy to show you that whenever you want. It'd be fun to see how long you could keep your hands to yourself.
[ But at this very moment especially, she's too damn impatient to keep her hands to herself, and that's probably evidenced by the fact that she's already sliding her hands beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers spindling across the firm ridges of his abdomen where she can feel his skin directly — not necessarily attempting to remove that layer fully, but just taking the opportunity to feel him.
And maybe she drags her nails across his skin in retaliation, because he knows her too well already to know she won't be able to watch very long without trying to participate. ]
Right now, though? Right now I'd rather have you fucking me instead.
Hmm. Maybe in the shower, too. Show me how you touch yourself with all that water running over you.
[ But wow, abs; those are going to distract her pretty well right now and she lets her hands roam over all that uncovered skin, the rounds of his shoulders and the planes of his chest before sliding across his stomach to gently tease beneath the waistband of his pants.
One of her hands dips low to find the outline of his arousal, the ridge of his erection nudging against the front seam, and she caresses over him with palm and fingers, curling a half-grip and watching his face while she gently strokes. ] Like that?
[ yes, just like that. except when marcos tries to say that, he just moans instead which is probably pretty telling anyway. he bites down on his lower lip, trying to muffle some of the sounds but when she reaches down and starts stroking over the front of his pants, he exhales noisily and laughs. ]
Yeah, like that.
[ duh. ]
I'd prefer if my pants weren't in the way but we'll get to that.
[ once they got on the bed or something or he woke up enough from her touching him to take her clothes off. just give him a second or two or ten. ]
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he considers calling her before he shows up but decides against it at the last second. if she's asleep, he'll wake her up and then go back to sleep with her. if she's awake, well, he'll talk to her a bit and then probably insist she go to sleep.
or maybe they'll do something else. who knows.
he stares at her door for a few seconds and then, eventually, knocks. while he waits, he brushes his hands through his hair and then through his beard to try and look presentable. it's been a long night and he's been driving for hours.
he just hopes she's home. if she's not, then she's gonna find him sitting outside her door and looking like a vagrant. ]
hayyyyy
The knock at the door comes and she won’t bother to slip on more layers, instead moving to answer it in the clothes she usually sleeps in — a tank top and a pair of shorts — but she briefly shoves a hand through her hair, giving it a good tousle before finally turning the handle.
And the smile that emerges on her face is immediate, when she sees him; she sways into the doorframe slightly and peers up at him with a note of fondness in her features, but before either of them can say anything she’s reaching out to grab a fistful of his shirt, using it to tug him in close as she slants their mouths together.
There, only after greeting him with a kiss, does she whisper a greeting: ] Hey, you.
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if this was a relationship. he's not really sure what it is but he likes it and he hadn't wanted to come back to it being changed.
there's a smile on his face when she pulls him in and she'll probably feel it when her mouth meets his. he responds eagerly, immediately, unable not to feel anything but contentment. ]
Hey.
[ the tension in his shoulders eases and he smiles crookedly at her. ]
Wasn't sure if you'd be awake.
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She can't deny that the first thing she feels upon seeing him is relief, relief that he's okay; she knows what he's been gone doing and how dangerous it is because of who he is, because of who doesn't want people like him to exist. But she hopes he's figured out that he's safe here, with her, and that it would never even occur to her to give him up to anyone. ]
You know me. Always been kind of a night owl.
[ She realizes she's standing out on the porch with him in what are essentially her pajamas with her fingers still threaded in his shirt, but she doesn't have it in her to be embarrassed as her eyes search his. ]
Everything go okay?
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You?
[ he doesn't really know what she's been up to since he's been gone but it's been a few weeks. longer than planned but not the longest time he's been gone. even though he wants to just step into her and go inside, he wants to know what she's been up to before he does that. ]
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Same old same. Protecting a town isn't an easy job, but someone's gotta do it. Even if that someone is the town's black sleep.
[ Maybe that's why they'd been drawn to each other in the first place; she knows a thing or two about being an outcast, being ostracized, being hated because of a misconception and not because anyone bothered to get to know her for who she really is.
She shrugs one shoulder, finally taking a step back into the house. ] You planning on standing out there all night?
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he shrugs out of his coat, tossing it on a nearby chair or table or something (he's barely paying attention to anything but her her) before moving closer again. ]
I like that you got dressed up for me. [ he likes the pajamas, he means. ] You look good.
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Not that she's excited to see him or anything along those lines. ]
Shut up. [ But her grin splits her face before she can help it, as she turns her head to attempt to mask it behind the fall of her hair, and when she finally tilts her chin up to bring him into her view again it's with an undeniable fondness in her gaze. ] You look good too.
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Maybe you just like scruffy vagrants. [ he doesn't step closer but a smile does inch its way onto his face and he tucks his hands into his pockets, watching her from across the short distance. ]
Not that I mind, of course. [ before she says anything in response to that. ] Benefits me if you do.
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In response to that remark, she laughs, because it's true; maybe she does have a type and maybe that type is slightly scruffy-looking dudes. (She's always had a little something for Harrison Ford, even if she'll never admit it.) But the sight of him slipping his hands into his pockets, as well as that slightly knowing look he gives her, prompts a broader smile. ]
So does that mean I can tell you you're not allowed to shave the beard? [ Okay, she's losing her own challenge for sure, already stepping forward as she gently slips her arms around his neck. ] Because it's a good look.
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You can tell me. Maybe I'll even listen. [ he probably would. when she slips closer, he pulls his hands out of his pockets and winds his arms around her waist. ]
Wouldn't want to disappoint you.
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You? Disappointing?
[ She clucks her tongue against her teeth, offers a small headtilt, and then dips in slightly to nudge her nose against his. ]
It'd take a hell of a lot for you to disappoint me, Diaz. Even more than that if you make good on your promise to take me into that bedroom and do filthy, filthy things to me.
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[ he noses against her, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent and savoring in her touch for just a second before he starts backing her towards where he thinks the bedroom might be. ]
All I've been thinking about while I've been driving is all the filthy, filthy things I want to do to you. Going down on you, fingering you, teasing you until you beg for more, you on top, you on your hands and knees...
[ he trails off and bites his lip. ] Made driving hard sometimes. Literally.
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[ Her voice leaves her a little hushed, a subtle hitching in her breath when he so thoroughly fills the space between them, pressing against her in all the right ways already seconds before he starts walking her backwards in that slow, even pacing of their feet. ]
How do you do that? [ There's a subtle marveling in the question she poses to him, the way she tilts her chin up to keep their faces close together. ]
How do you just continue to be this insanely sexy?
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[ hopefully not. hopefully being boring wouldn't have been the dealbreaker between them. doesn't mean he's going to show up and just wanna sit on her couch and sleep but still. ]
It's called being too lazy to shave and wearing clothes that come from a thrift store and passing it off as being rugged. [ her face tips closer and he can't resist pressing a light, quick kiss against her lips. ] The dirty talk I picked up from truckers at rest stops.
[ he was a well rounded man. ]
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[ Especially considering the life she leads; boring is downright refreshing.
She won't withdraw from him as he leans in, gives her the soft press of his mouth; she hovers close to let her lips brush against his even while they continue talking in those low, hushed tones. ]
And here I thought you came up with all your own material. You mean to tell me you've been stealing all your best dirty talk from somewhere else?
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[ and while that was actually true, it wasn't the reason why marcos had grown his beard. he'd been lazy, mostly, and then in a place where it was smart to grow a beard because he'd been cold and then he'd just kept it. ]
The dirty talk? It's from the porn I watched in the last hotel I stayed in. Really good porn. Lots of great dirty talk and acrobatics.
[ he grins at her, leaning forward to capture her mouth for a proper kiss. ]
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[ She says it half-jokingly, because it's not like they've ever actually had a DTR (define the relationship) talk, what with the both of them being propelled into life-or-death situations on the regular, and who has time for that anyway?
But maybe she's thought about it here and there, about what something real between them would look like. ]
Acrobatics, huh? Did you learn anything you want to show m — ?
[ It's all she manages to get out before his lips are on hers again, and she sighs softly into it, arms winding more firmly around his neck as she lifts herself up on her tiptoes to meet him; he's got her beat by more than a few inches, but she never objects to having to insert herself more fully into his space. ]
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[ he pulls away just enough that he can move his lips to talk but his mouth is still mostly pressed against hers and he whispers the words to her. his lips then pull into a smile, smug and devious. ]
Wouldn't you like to know? Or see. [ and he would absolutely show her, of course. ] Had to do something to get off when I couldn't get you on the phone to hear your voice.
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[ And she keeps their faces close, lets her lips brush against his on every other syllable in that way that only draws out how badly she wants him, raises the anticipation of the moment.
They've always had a knack for this, at teasing out things until they're both desperate and practically clawing at each other, ripping each other's clothes off, and maybe now is no exception even while they're already moving in the direction of her bed. ]
You should show me that too sometime. [ Now that she has him here, it feels like permission to be bold, to voice her desires, to ask for what she wants. ] How you get yourself off when I'm not around.
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[ far be it from him to not give her a show. he wasn't terribly shy, not when he was in private with her but it wasn't something he'd with just anyone either. ]
You want to watch me jerk off? Fuck into my fist while I think of you? I'd be happy to show you that whenever you want. It'd be fun to see how long you could keep your hands to yourself.
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[ But at this very moment especially, she's too damn impatient to keep her hands to herself, and that's probably evidenced by the fact that she's already sliding her hands beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers spindling across the firm ridges of his abdomen where she can feel his skin directly — not necessarily attempting to remove that layer fully, but just taking the opportunity to feel him.
And maybe she drags her nails across his skin in retaliation, because he knows her too well already to know she won't be able to watch very long without trying to participate. ]
Right now, though? Right now I'd rather have you fucking me instead.
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[ he reaches for his shirt and does the work for her, pulling it off and tossing it aside, leaving him half naked and already stepping closer. ]
Touch me. Please. I've missed you.
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[ But wow, abs; those are going to distract her pretty well right now and she lets her hands roam over all that uncovered skin, the rounds of his shoulders and the planes of his chest before sliding across his stomach to gently tease beneath the waistband of his pants.
One of her hands dips low to find the outline of his arousal, the ridge of his erection nudging against the front seam, and she caresses over him with palm and fingers, curling a half-grip and watching his face while she gently strokes. ] Like that?
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Yeah, like that.
[ duh. ]
I'd prefer if my pants weren't in the way but we'll get to that.
[ once they got on the bed or something or he woke up enough from her touching him to take her clothes off. just give him a second or two or ten. ]
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