want and be wanted on the ground beneath the fuss

[batoning]

[Bobbi's mood is slightly improved by the time she gets back. Slightly -- she's coming off a mission that, while ostensibly routine, managed to piss her off in no less than twelve ways. Part of the routine with Hunter is, admittedly, her needing to take back some of the control that fieldwork denies her, but she knows she wouldn't do it if he didn't like it. This is one of the reasons they work (most of the time, anyway).

She hoists her backpack up on her shoulder (not particularly classy, or sexy at that, but it's what she needed on the road) and tightens her hold on her grocery bag as she lets herself into their bedroom. She's not exactly sure how she'll find Hunter, because she left it open-ended on purpose; the other part of the routine is just that it's fun.]

Comments

[batoning]

[The thing is, while she is technically sort of using Hunter as a way to de-stress, she has no interest in truly taking anything out on him. She's a domme, not a dick, and she knows how volatile they are to boot, which means she's not going to provoke serious arguments.

It's just a little bit of work! It keeps him ready, and, yeah, she does like the way he touches her. Not that she'd say it outright, but he touches her like he cares about her and that means a lot.]

No. It barely even deserves the "catastrophe" label, it was just annoying. One of those missions where a thousand inconsequential things go just a little wrong.

[She can't help but smile when he kisses her knee, and she actually ruffles his hair a little.]

Much.

[Then the rest of the suit comes off and she tosses it in the laundry basket like an exclamation mark.]

[huntinglance]

[ He lets her undress the rest of the way by herself, grabbing a beer and twisting off the cap while he waits, not being at all shy about enjoying the scenery. She's fit, she can kick his arse, her legs go on for miles... what's not to enjoy? He looks back down to the bags she brought in, pulling out the container of cupcakes and looking them over. They looked just as promised, and breaking the seal and opening the plastic, he held it up for her to take whichever she liked. ]

A thousand little mistakes. Not your fault. Shit happens, but you'll get 'em next time. Twice as hard, knowing you, at any rate. Bit of payback sets the mood right, eh?

[batoning]

[She unhooks her bra and sets it on top of the rest of her clothes and flips her hair over her shoulder as she comes to grab a cupcake and flop against the headboard. It's not exactly graceful, but she doesn't really care.]

Here's fucking hoping.

[She nods to the spot beside her, inviting him to join.]

Did I miss anything exciting here?

[huntinglance]

[ As the bra comes off, he offers a little wolf whistle and a smile. He grabs a cupcake for himself and his beer and joins her on the bed, sidling right up against her. ]

Not really. Couple of rousing games of Call of Duty, that's about it. Maybe we got the better end of the deal, here.

[ He holds up his cupcake and gives her a smile. ]

To rest and de-stressing.

[batoning]

[She rolls her eyes at that, but she does appreciate it.

She opens a beer of her own and toasts him with it.]

To de-stressing, anyway. I'm not sure how much rest we'll be getting.

[She can be cheesy and suggestive too!]

[huntinglance]

You keep saying that. Not making me promises you can't keep, are you, Bob?

[ He takes a drink from his bottle, and rather than starting on his own cupcake, he bends down to take a bite of hers instead, making sure to take as much of the icing as he can fit in his mouth while also taking an obnoxiously big bite of the cake itself. ]

[batoning]

[He probably expects that that will earn him a little slap, and that's exactly what he gets.]

Brat. I'm taking my time.

[She snatches his cupcake out of his hands and licks the frosting off the top as seductively as one can really do that.]

[huntinglance]

Ow!

[ He pouts and rubs his cheek, but he can't help but smile in the end. The suggestive licking of the icing does get him interested, however. ]

Might be a brat, but you like it when I'm bratty. Gives you excuses, doesn't it?

[batoning]

[Hey, that was downright gentle, all things considered.]

Yeah, if I feel like I need them.

[She takes a big bite of cupcake, then washes it down with some beer. Pure class, this one.]

[huntinglance]

Well, thank God you never need those. Seem to cook up enough reasons on your own without my help.

[ He follows suit with his own cupcake and beer, making rather quick work of the little cake and leaning against her, his head on her shoulder. It's nice to have her back and unharmed, just how he likes her. ]

Besides, not really looking for an excuse to be gagged tonight.

[batoning]

[She snorts, but she also rests her head against his. She's feeling suggestible (or what passes as that for her).]

Yeah, well, you did make a good argument for the alternative.

[She takes another sip of beer, then idly begins stroking his thigh. It's not inherently sexy, but it could get there.]

[huntinglance]

[ He follows suit with his own drink of beer before setting his bottle on the bedside table next to his empty cupcake wrapper. He snuggles up against her and cranes his neck to lean in and kiss hers. ]

For all the talk about wanting to shut me up all the time, no one ever seems to want to admit I've got good ideas. I think you lot're all just afraid of my secret genius.

[batoning]

[She tilts her head, silently demanding further kisses.]

Maybe we just don't want you getting a big head.

[She sneaks another bite of cupcake, smirking.]

[huntinglance]

[ He happily obliges her with more kisses even trailing up to her ear to carefully nibble at it and laugh softly against it. ]

I thought a 'big head' was at least part of the point of all this, or are you just getting my hopes up?

[batoning]

[She rolls her eyes, she can't not.]

That all depends, but don't push your luck. I'm still finishing my beer.

[huntinglance]

[ He pulls back and gives her a look of disbelief, like she'd just told him his grandmother was a chicken. ]

You talk to me the way you did, have me drop everything to come to bed, get naked for you, help undress you, and you don't want me getting my hopes up? You can't be serious. Even you're not that heartless on your worst days.

[batoning]

[She turns to give him a look. Of course she's not serious. She's just being a brat in her own way.]

Glad you think so highly of me. [She goes back to stroking his leg.] I just meant, one thing at a time. You're getting a little impatient.

[huntinglance]

[ He's not even a little coy about how he pouts, practically sagging against her and resting his chin on her shoulder. ]

Can you blame me? Look at you. Promising me the moon like that... you can't expect me not to get a little impatient. You're breaking my heart, Bob.

[ why yes, he is laying on the pathetic act incredibly thick. ]

[batoning]

[She's getting dangerously close to fondling him, does that count for nothing?]

I'm finishing my damn beer. No need to get heartbroken.

[huntinglance]

[ Well, honestly, that was fair. He was only grousing because he was already a couple of beers in himself, and he hadn't had the rough day she'd had, either. What was that other thing she'd mentioned over text...? Ah, right. That ought to do the trick. ]

No, you're right. Should be makin' myself useful, shouldn't I?

[ He pulls himself from her shoulder and scoots himself toward the end of the bed, facing her, picking one of her feet up and setting it in his lap, working his fingers into the arch and ball of her foot. ]

[batoning]

That's more like it.

[She's still smirking, but really -- she does appreciate this. She knows how to take care of her own tense muscles in an absolute pinch, but it's never as good as a proper massage, especially a footrub. She leans back against the headboard and stretches her toes.]

[huntinglance]

[ He raises an eyebrow up at her at that little comment, but he can't deny that he's a sucker for that smug look of hers. It might even be one of his favourite of her expressions. Certainly one of his favourite ones to discuss in polite company. ]

What, do you want a pipe and a hot dinner waiting for you, too?

[ Just because he's doing something nice doesn't mean he can't be bratty, too. ]

[batoning]

I don't smoke, you know that.

[It's unhealthy and, honestly, she just doesn't like the smell.

She nudges him with her foot, sort of to punctuate her point.]

This is just... really nice.

[huntinglance]

[ His hands pause briefly and he gives her a slightly confused look. ]

It was a joke, Bob.

[ But he's right back to work, making certain to really get his thumbs into it. ]

Well, now you can't say I've been all terrible all the time, can you? Or lazy, or selfish, or any of the other colourful language you've used to describe me.

[batoning]

[She just shrugs. Objectively, she knows that, but doesn't want to bother trying to explain that she was trying to be funny by pointing it out. She doesn't want to ruin the mood, and she's not actually sure it was funny, so there's no need to bother.

Instead she sighs and rolls her eyes fondly.]

I've never said you're terrible all the time. Sometimes you're kind of a pain in the ass... [She smirks. This is about as close as you're getting to an "I love you" for the moment.] But you're my pain in the ass.