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Date & Time: Wednesday morning; Jan 15th
Location: Blaine's house ye
Characters: Apollo & Blaine
Summary: naked people and guns
Warnings: see summary

Apollo isn't necessarily a morning person, especially not compared to Blaine, but she's somehow managed to wake up before him today. After spending a bit of time idly weaving a few strands of his hair into little braids like the ones in her own messy mane, she finally gets bored enough to roll out of bed and let her curiosity keep her occupied while Blaine continues to sleep.

It's that curiosity that leads her to discover his collection of firearms. And it's her own proficiency with firearms that gets her nosy and excited enough to snoop around for new toys.

So by the time he wakes up and goes to the kitchen, he can find Apollo sitting on one of the chairs, still naked from the night before (except for all of her jewelry of course) and quite possibly every single gun he owns (yes, even the ones he had purposely hidden) covering the table. It was totally unnecessary, sure, but good god is Apollo one impressed gunslinger right now. In fact, she's absolutely delighted too, sitting there with the brightest of smiles and her eyes lit up like it's fucking Christmas and she's a five year old girl holding an armful of new teddy bears. Only she's a thirty year old woman who is currently holding an armful of firearms. There's a rifle laid across her lap, a couple pistols shoved either between her legs or under her arm, and she's just about caressing the semi automatic rifle that she's currently holding, running her fingers over it as though it's the most amazing thing right now and inspecting it almost the same way she'd inspect a new partner.

So hey yeah, good morning Blaine.

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When the blonde woke up, it was a slow rise to wakefulness until the moment he ran a hand over his face and pushed hair away from tickling his nose. The braided cords in his hair make him pause and suddenly he is very much awake. Suddenly he was thinking of Milly and his heart lurched at the idea of her being there. He sat up, looking around, and then huffed out an irritated sigh. He'dd been thinking of home more and more recently, and he hated it.

The absence of heat at his side was comfortable, but it also let him know without looking that Apollo was up and somehow awake before him. Not only was she awake, she manage to get out of the bed and not wake him up. Last night had been... rough... and being so knock-out tired was unusual for him. Combine that with sudden thoughts of his sister and the morning was starting out bad. He threw off the little bit of covers that were covering him from the knee down and grabbed a pair of boxers, sliding them on absent mindedly before he left his room.

Lo and behold, the minx was at his kitchen table. Said table covered in guns. Lap full of guns. And stroking one of his favorite rifles. Naked. He had no idea what to think except to say, "Those are loaded."

He didn't even bother to ask how she found them all. His eyes traveled across the table and noted which ones were missing, but it wasn't very many. Jesus, he must have been tired to not hear her climbing around and opening and closing every damn cupboard in his house. He ran a hand over the stubble on his chin and scratched.

"I'm never playing hide and seek with you."

"I know." She spares him the quickest of glances when he comes into the kitchen, her attention obviously more captivated by the rifle she's inspecting. "What, y'think I'd be half as interested in 'em if they weren't?"

Modern firearms weren't a completely new thing to her, not at this stage, but she still had some catching up to do. Her own pistols were from her world, flintlock and old fashioned but enhanced with the help of the Initiative, and while she had stolen a couple modern things for hunting, she'd never really had the chance to get her hands all over a semi automatic arsenal quite like this. A couple pistols had already been stripped in the process of Apollo trying to figure out how they worked, one of which was laying on the table yet to be assembled again.

His comment about hide and seek makes her laugh, and she stops cheerfully poking at loaded weapons long enough to lean back into the chair, tilting her head back so she's looking his way as she very purposely lets the gun rest against her chest.

"Why's that, sugar? Don't thinkya can outsmart me?"

Blaine has no idea why she has almost every firearm he has in the house on his kitchen table, but he doubts that she would've stopped searching if they were unloaded. She didn't go through all the trouble -it probably wasn't any trouble honestly- to get turned off by them being empty of bullets, so he shook her head at her.

He takes a few slow steps closer with his head tilting just slightly as he eyes the disassembled guns. He can't help but reassemble it in his mind to make sure there were no parts missing. The pause between her asking him the second question and his answer is somewhat lengthy before he replies.

"It's not much of a game if I don't bother to hide," he murmurs, pulling out one of his other chairs so he can settle into it. Part of why his response was so slow had something to do with his guns and her tits in such close proximity. His eyes travel over the guns laying across her and he reaches out for the rifle.

"I much rather get to the part where the victor takes his spoils." Oh, yes. He was making the assumption he will be the victor, because even if he lost the game, he was still getting fucked. Blaine considered that a damn victory.

There shouldn't be any parts missing; as airheaded as she can be, she respects weaponry enough to keep track of all the parts that ensure it will actually work. And he's right about her not stopping had they been unloaded (in fact, she's unloaded a few of them herself anyway, curious right down to the bullets), but it's just that there's something... more exciting about a live weapon. To her, anyway.

"So you don't think you could outsmart me." Not quite what he said, but Apollo's just gonna smile at him and act like it was. "Don't go feelin' bad about it though, it ain't easy to hide from a gryp, 'specially not one who knows your scent."

For badness, she very purposely adjusts the way she's cradling the rifle when she notices that it's distracting him, literally rubbing it against her tits enough for there to be a little clink of metal on metal from her piercings, and lets him take back the other rifle she has on her lap. Once it's gone, she wiggles herself into a new position that involves stretching her legs out and placing her feet on his thigh. "You can't be the victor if you don't even play, though."

Blaine reached up and fingered one of the braids in his hair. Just how many of them were there? He may have been trying to count them, but his eyes were hovering around Apollo's chest and the gun she was nuzzling there. Then his hand left the braids to rub the back of his neck as he stretched.

"I know I can," he drawled, and there's a confident smirk to go with it. "I didn't know you were sniffing around my house. I didn't exactly scent mark the spots." He has to laugh at the idea of her sniffing around his house though, her nose to the cabinets and the floor boards. He figures she was just good at finding things, being she liked to go looting.

Apollo and her cold feet. He reached down to grab one of her feet and just pulled it and maybe her entire body, a bit closer to him, either dragging her or her and the chair. The rifle in his hand was set on the table and his other hand rubbed her foot. "The games we play end with us both victorious."

Her eyes follow his hand as he toys with the braids she's woven into his hair, and she laughs a bit when he answers her. "Naw, you do enough home invasion and you start to pick up on the kinda places folk like to hide stuff away. Just a matter of knowin' where an' what to look for, and whatcha gotta poke to find somethin'."

Honestly, she had expected him to knock her bare feet away, like usual, so she's a bit surprised for a second there when instead he pulls her closer. The chair is dragged with her a bit, but mostly it's her body that moves; she loses a feather in the startled wing flap as she sinks lower into the chair, her butt right on the edge of the seat now with her shoulders pressed the the back of the chair. She sinks further still when he goes so far as to rub her foot, wiggled toes and a soft purr accompanying her delight.

After a few more seconds she remembers what she was saying and continues it, though. "I just mean I know what you smell like. I ain't about to sniff you down a mile away or fuckin' whatever, but when you're close, I'll know where you are."

"So, why were you checking all my hiding places?" he asked, continuing the rubbing of her foot with both hands, now that the rifle was settled securely on the table. Normally he would bat her feet away, but he was feeling magnanimous. That and the startled flutter of her wings made his lip twitch in amusement. He enjoyed making her purr. Maybe if he could get along with all cats like he did with Apollo he'd like them more.

Blaine laughs at her. "I like the bloodhound angle more than the breaking and entering explanation." It was certainly more fun for him.

Apollo shrugs, idly picking at one of the pistols she still has in her lap but too distracted by foot rubs to give it much attention. "Dunno, just curious. Seen a couple pretties 'round here before, just wondered if you had any more." And whoops there she goes disassembling it, only half paying attention yet still managing to do it right.

"My nose is good, but not that good. 'sides, I'm only part cat and fully criminal, so thereya go!" Plus she had a monster dog to cover bloodhound duties, anyway.

"Jesus, whatever happened to asking?" he mused, but not really angry about it. There was nothing in his house that he was worried about being uncovered. All of his hang ups and secrets were in his mind... and in the mind of one voodoo doctor. That made his stomach clench because he knew the type, and Facilier would definitely take advantage, but there wasn't anything he could do. Killing a transport was pointless when they didn't stay dead.

"Well, fully criminal." That was something they shared. "I didn't know that was a genetic thing."

"Well, when it comes to my family tree it might as fuckin' well be." A laugh. "But anyway - you were sleepin'!" Not exactly the best excuse, but hey, she's trying. "You looked real snug and cozy with your cute little braids an' all, so I letcha snooze. Plus you woulda said yes and maybe even show me your favourites anyway, yeah?"

She wiggles her toes a bit against his hand then, still happy to have him playing with her foot. "What about that one?" A nod of her head towards the rifle he took from her and put on the table points out which one she's referring to. "What's her name? She one of your special girls or wereya just stupidly thinkin' I was gonna poke my own eye out?"

He snorts at her excuse. Yeah, he had been sleeping hard as hell and it had everything to do with an enthusiastically rough session of fucking. She had come back with more tattoos, piercings, and an insatiable appetite. He thought she had been voracious before... "Now whose fault is it that I was sleeping so well, hmmm?"

"Now who said it's a girl?" Blaine rubbed her foot a little bit harder on the arch. He looked at the gun in question and an idle smile hovered on his lips. Apollo was the first one to ask him about the names of his guns. Truthfully, he didn't name many of them, just his favorites. "Keisha."

Being the latest Pirate King of Ce Monde had a hand in that one, what with the harem of boytoys she'd been collecting and playing with over the past year. Well, that and her new, energetic boyfriend who she'd conveniently forgotten to mention anytime before or after showing up on Blaine's doorstep last night demanding all sorts of things that first required the removal of all clothes.

"What, y'think I wasn't gonna learn any new tricks bein' King all year?" She smiles and purrs, both at the physical rub to her foot and the questions he's asked. "Women are fiesty an' powerful, why wouldn't your pretties be ladies? Mine are girls and, ah! See? Keisha - she is a girl!"

Edited 2014-01-14 00:24 (UTC)

It was certainly hard to get a word in edgewise the way Apollo barreled in. Her demands weren't anything new, but her changed appearance had caused some questions to pop up in his mind. She didn't give him much chance to voice them, and other than knowing she had gone home for two years he wasn't sure what had happened. Aside from new piercings he thoroughly enjoyed and more ink to run his tongue over.

"King of what?" he asked, feeling her toes wiggle more than seeing them as he was looking at her curiously. King of the bedroom, if it was a title in her world, would not surprise him at all. The new tricks she had learned and used on him were excellent indeed.

"I've got a boy, too," he said, as if that dispelled the 'feisty female weapon' trend, which it didn't because of the dozen or so he had there was only one boy.

Her eager demands and roughness came from the initial frustration of realizing that all at once her powerful title was reduced to fuck all the second she was back in Exsilium. The sudden realization that she hadn't slept with Blaine for two years was a pretty good incentive as well - where she didn't even think about Exsilium during her time home, all of her memories of the place had returned with her now.

"King of the Pirates, or the Sea, or fuckin' whatever. Pirate King of Ce Monde is my official title!" She says it as though it's no big deal, although her smile gives away how proud of herself she is. The mention of a male weapon makes her laugh. "Ah, 'course you do! Which one is he, then?"

Blaine ran a tongue over his lips and grinned at her, looking smug. "You didn't find Bryan," he said with a chuckle. It amused the hell out of him that she hadn't found a few of them, but he didn't really want her to keep tearing apart his house to find them. He wasn't going to lie though, and tell her she had. Oh the quandaries.

"Does that mean I fucked royalty last night?" he asked, really laughing now. He dropped her foot and brushed the other one off of his thigh so he could lean forward and put his elbows on the table. "No wonder you were so active last night, pajarita. Trying to reconquer old territory."

The pout that crosses her lips when he answers is entirely fake, her amusement not at all hidden well. "Fuck, I missed one?" She was pretty sure she had found everything, but apparently not. Still though, what she had gathered up was fairly impressive all the same.

She takes her feet back when he stops massaging them, adjusting herself so she's sitting up again. "Pretty much! I mean it ain't a proper monarchy or whatever, but sure, you can call me royalty if you want." Moving the pistols (and parts of pistols) she still has in her lap to the table, Apollo stands so she can survey the collection of firearms she's assembled, still curious over them all. There's an amused little snort at his last comment as she picks and pokes at the arsenal on the table. "Please, there ain't a need to reconquer territory that's already mine." It's a bold tease, but obviously she's willing to go there anyway. "What's pajarita mean, anyway?"

"More than one," he purred, watching her as she stood up and surveyed her haul. He picked up the pieces that were on the table and started to reassemble one of the guns that was closest to him. He didn't like so many pieces all over the place, even if they were all there. His rule was to take only one gun apart at a time, but it was obvious she didn't have that rule. Then again, how often did she take apart those flint locks anyway?

"The only person who was doing any conquering last night was me, Your Highness," he teased right back. The gun was together in no time and he popped the slide back in place. "It means 'little bird'."

She just makes a halfhearted little huff upon learning it's more than one she's missed. That's alright though, she'll just entertain herself with these for now and find the others later. Padding around to the other end of table, standing on the other side of Blaine now, she picks up one of his rifles and decides to test out how it feels. The modern rifle is relatively new to her, although her knowledge of firearms is good enough that she looks comfortable and experienced as she handles the weapon.

"Just 'cause you had me on my back for a bit doesn't mean you were conquerin' anythin'." The pop of the slide being put back in place makes her glance over for a second out of curiosity, and she grins when she thinks of something else to counteract his claim. "'specially not when you were followin' my orders like that."

Blaine is keeping a covert eye on her and how she handles his guns. If she catches him looking, it wouldn't be hard to imagine it's because she's still naked. It is a nice image. Girls and guns, right? Apollo looked like she was comfortable with it and knew how to handle it, which was good because it was still loaded. The only ones without their ammunition were in pieces on the table.

Another gun was in his hands and being pieced together far slower. Not because he needed to think about it, but because he just wanted to. The click of the slide falling back into place coincided perfectly with the end of his scoffing at her.

"Nah, of course not. It's when I've got you on your knees that the conquering begins." He set the handgun down and picked up Keisha to pop out the magazine. He worked the bolt to make sure the chamber was empty before setting her back down on the table. "When you tell a man 'Don't fucking stop' and he hasn't gotten off yet, it's more a suggestion than an order."

She's watching him out of the corner of her eye while he puts the pistol back together, until halfway through the motion the rifle she's holding is lowered and her full attention is on his hands. Although she had since figured out how modern handguns were built, they were still different enough from her flintlocks to pique her curiosity.

Then he mentions having her on her knees, and she can't help the incredulous laugh that bursts out of her. "Wrong again, doesn't fuckin' matter what way y'got me or how loud I scream, I'm still runnin' things." So she thinks, anyway. Putting the rifle back down, Apollo then seats herself on the edge of the table where there's a spot of free space, crossing her legs and leaning over the pile of weaponry as she continues to inspect all of his toys. "Suggestion sounds like an awfully soft word though, doesn't it?"

Blaine laughs right back at her and wiggles his fingers. "You're only running things when I deign not to use my hands," he said. "And when my hips aren't moving."

Which is basically never, Apollo. If he let her trample over him, she wouldn't have nearly as much fun. The wrestling and angling for the upper hand was half the fun of sex between them. Well, maybe not half, but it was a decent portion. He tilted his head back to watch her settle on the table. He didn't know how she wasn't cold, but judging by her nipples perhaps she was. Her damn feet had been cold, anyway.

"Word choice is the only way I can possibly soften you," he answered with a grin. And suggestion was more like demanding, when it came to her. The red head rarely spoke in anything less than absolute terms, which made disregarding them or following said orders a fun gamble. She rarely complained when he decided to do something else because it was always better. Blaine always sought out how to do it better.

Again her initial answer is just a disapproving little noise, mostly because she knows he's right but doesn't want to admit it. She listens to everything he says even though she has her eyes set on a handgun that she is now plucking from the table and beginning to dismantle, and just makes another little hum after his comment on word choice.

And then she's stretching her leg out so her feet are resting on his other thigh. "Rub my foot again." It's not a question, although she is looking at him again now, batting her eyelashes and trying to look sweet even though the whole being completely naked thing offsets a lot of her attempted innocence. The weapon in her hands also doesn't help with the sweet routine, but hey, she likes him enough to try. Of course, it still doesn't mean she's going to actually ask like a normal person though.

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