"Fast-penta'd?" Okay, he wasn't even remotely sure what that sounded like, if it was fast like a starvation thing, or fast like a quickie. Clearly, one sounded better than the other, but shit, something told him that fast bouts of sex weren't exactly something that people got up to on the other side. Or this side.
That would have been way too lucky.
"Okay, they're not waving around neon signs, so what sort of 'not obvious' shit are they doing?" He chewed on his bottom lip a little, worried. "Look, my tea-- a friend of mine is over there, and I really want to say fuck it and just go get him myself so I need to know if he's okay so I don't that."
There should have been walls here, walls impossible to be scaled because he had fallen into friendship with Felix once upon a time, trusted him; how could he be sure she wasn't the same? That anyone here wasn't the same?
Well, the look in her eyes at his question helped with that, didn't it? The fire was familiar; he saw it the lieutenants when they got an idea, or when they were watching the Reds and Blues with their plans. He had heard that tone in Kimball's voice both inside and outside the war room. He understood it.
"Well, like, what do you want to do to it? Like, what kind of 'more' could this place be?" He felt her lean against him, and he relaxed back into her in return. Comfortable and warm and so much better than sitting in a cave, even if that's exactly what they were doing. "I mean, it's no Vegas Quadrant for sure."
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That would have been way too lucky.
"Okay, they're not waving around neon signs, so what sort of 'not obvious' shit are they doing?" He chewed on his bottom lip a little, worried. "Look, my tea-- a friend of mine is over there, and I really want to say fuck it and just go get him myself so I need to know if he's okay so I don't that."
There should have been walls here, walls impossible to be scaled because he had fallen into friendship with Felix once upon a time, trusted him; how could he be sure she wasn't the same? That anyone here wasn't the same?
Well, the look in her eyes at his question helped with that, didn't it? The fire was familiar; he saw it the lieutenants when they got an idea, or when they were watching the Reds and Blues with their plans. He had heard that tone in Kimball's voice both inside and outside the war room. He understood it.
"Well, like, what do you want to do to it? Like, what kind of 'more' could this place be?" He felt her lean against him, and he relaxed back into her in return. Comfortable and warm and so much better than sitting in a cave, even if that's exactly what they were doing. "I mean, it's no Vegas Quadrant for sure."