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[irritating]

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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[irritating]

She watches the muscles move underneath the touch of her fingers, smiling still and mildly curious as her fingernails lightly drag downwards. They stop once they hit the beginning of fabric, then move up again to trace more imaginary patterns onto his stomach instead. If Blaine had allowed her more time to experiment, she may very well have put two and two together and have become suspicious of possible ticklishness; but his hand slipping between her legs is distracting enough to get her off of that trail. Therefore, his little secret is safe - for now. Apollo shifts her thighs a bit to accommodate his hand better, immediately purring when she feels his thumb against her.

What were they even talking about? It isn't important enough for her to remember, apparently, and she's preoccupying herself with slowly draping her body over his instead. One hand runs quickly up and across his torso until it's gliding over his shoulder and snaking around the back of his neck, while the other rests low on his stomach, fingers toying with the waist of his boxers.

"Let's go shoot stuff. Well, y'know. After."

She offers no specifics here, but it's not exactly hard to figure out what she's thinking.