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[When you're dead and set to spend the rest of eternity in a dreambubble, there is a lot of downtime, which might explain why the Handmaid is pouring tea for the Psiioniic right now. Scratch taught her a lot of things like this, things that she never used or paid attention to, much to his chagrin. Generally, that meant that she wouldn't be doing this at all, just out of principle, but none of that really seems to matter anymore. And anyway, the Psiioniic was probably the one to ask for tea in the first place. She settles down next to him, handing him a mug.]

There.

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[She nods, burying her face in his neck as she starts to tug the zipper down. See? She isn't looking or anything.]

[And slowly, the suit begins to peel off of his upper torso. Numeral scars are all over the Psiioniic's back, along with his arms. The symbol of Condesce's battleship is burned into him as well. He's not proud.]

[She doesn't really react. They're not disgusting or off-putting, but she does feel a sudden surge of pity. She kisses him on the cheek, then sneaks a peek at his face, trying to gauge his reaction.]

[He's staring down at the floor, off to the side. His expression is blank, until the zipper reaches his waist, and he moves gently to push it down further, as much as he can. He looks guilty, sorry that Handmaid has to see this. Not quite over himself yet, despite his attitude earlier.]

[She frowns, dropping the zipper in favor of wrapping her arms around him tightly instead.]

It's okay.

[Wow, she wishes she were better at comforting people. Very softly, she adds:]

You're perfect.

[Lame, but she really does believe it.]

[He feels a knot get caught in his throat, and he takes her face in both his hands, kissing her more deeply than he had before. Of all times to feel like crying, he knows that would give off the wrong vibe. He's very happy right now, so why does he just want to break down sobbing? His emotions must have crossed wires.]

[Oh, good, she actually did something right for once. At least, it seems like it. She relaxes against him, kissing him back as she trails her fingers absently up his spine.]

[He shivers, again, but tries not to think about how rough his back must feel to her fingertips. Instead he switches between his hand and mouth, moving over to the opposite breast to kiss and suck at, and lets his remaining hand to drift down to her hips.]

[She manages to bite back a moan, but her breathing still hitches. The texture of his skin is actually sort of interesting to her, oodly enough. No one ever said she wasn't morbid. She lets her hands slide to his lower back, trying to tug his suit off the rest of the way.]

[He doesn't even pull away from her, as he also joins her in pushing the rest of his suit off. It doesn't even occur to him to use his hands to do it, and instead just uses his psionics. It slips his mind, at the oddest times, that he has hands now and can do things with them, because once again he's forgotten, as they sit on her hips and he kisses back up to her jaw and his suit now rests at his feet. It's rather cold here, now that he thinks about it.]

[Oh that is... Very handy, yes. Actually, she's not cold at all, which is probably totally his fault. She presses closer, turning her head to kiss him again.]

[Well.. no, maybe she isn't cold. And maybe he isn't cold. But the air around them-- death air, dead air, it's certainly cold. And he's naked, on a couch. Maybe he could just... think up-- oh there we go. Nice fireplace, there now. He kisses her back, and draws small circles on her hips.]

[Oh that's better. Also sort of cheesy but she's too distracted by him right now to notice. She deepens the kiss, and her claws might be sort of digging into his back now oops.]

[Hey. He likes cheesy. He never had time to experience cheesy. Except claws in a back gains a hiss from him and he pulls away, bearing teeth. The reaction is one he can't even help, it's painful and it hurts and it's completely out of his control, but once he realizes himself he stops himself and immediately tries to apoligize.]

Thorry, I didn't mean to.

No, it's...

[Totally fine. She needs a second to catch her breath anyway. This is kind of overwhelming. She leans forward, slipping her arms around him and burying her face in the curve of his neck.]

I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?

You can thcratch my chetht if you need to, it'th not... ath thenthitive-- or my armsth, or really anything but there...

[He's going to start blathering now, unfortunately, unless he's stopped.]

No, it's-- I didn't mean...

[Wow they are just going to be awkward the whole way through. She doesn't need to scratch him or anything, she just got too excited!!!!]

I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.

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WHAT... EQUIPMENT ARE WE GOING WITH...

EVERYTHING

NO STOP ANSWER ME

I DID. EVERYTHING.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN IS THAT A SERIOUS ANSWER

yes its a serious answer we should do everything.

oh okay