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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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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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