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[aintyourdad]

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[dog_eat_dog]

[She beams up at him, elated as he comes –– the hot spurt on her belly, the look on his face, the sounds pulled out of him. Her chest heaves, the whole of her sparkling. She eases up her grip on him, just enough to let him loose if he wants to be, and she scoots over a bit on the couch. It may be small, but they'll make do. She reaches towards him with both hands. C'mere, Texas.]

[aintyourdad]

[ He takes a couple of moments to catch his breath, eyes falling shut as he finds a rare moment of relaxation, of vulnerability. He shifts, letting Tess pull him in with another faint grunt. ]

This couch ain't gonna be comfortable much longer.

[ He's always the first to point out things like that. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She chuckles, pressing a kiss to his temple and wrapping her arms around his neck. Coming down off her orgasm, she feels a shiver; pressed up against the warmth of him is delightful. Teasing:]

Well, I’m not carrying you to bed, Texas.

[aintyourdad]

[ Joel huffs a laugh against her skin, breathing in the smell of her, of him. ]

I'd like to see you try, sometime. Except you'd probably drop me and break my back.

[dog_eat_dog]

[She rubs a calf up and down the back of his, her voice veering playful:]

Is that a challenge?

[aintyourdad]

Christ, no. My tailbone takes enough beatings without you adding to it.

[ Joel huffs a little, almost a laugh. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

Mm. [She shifts, just enough to wrap her arms around him. Trapped.] Guess we're stuck here until you decide to do something about it, then.

[aintyourdad]

What a shame.

[ He huffs again. Whatever. He'll be stiff and sore. What else is new? ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She grins lazily at him, a finger running over the back of his head, parting and ruffling his hair. It's slow, tender. She could lay here until her legs go numb.]

It's torture, right? I'm torturing you.

[aintyourdad]

[ Okay, the petting is nice. Sends tingles down his spine that relax him even further into the couch, as lumpy as it is. He breathes out, almost a sigh, skimming a hand over Tess’s ribcage lightly. ]

Yeah, the worst kind. The kind I won’t notice ‘till I try to get up in a couple of hours.

[dog_eat_dog]

[She closes her eyes, content to keep running her fingers through his hair. Funny, how such a little thing can have a man enduring the world's worst couch. Wouldn't trade it for anything.]

Don't kid yourself, you're gonna fall asleep right here.

[aintyourdad]

[ Joel is a simple man, she knows this. He shifts a little, resting his head on her chest like her tits are a pillow. ]

Guess you are, too.

[dog_eat_dog]

[She finds the seam of his part, tousling his hair in the other direction. He's greying so much more these days; strange to think he didn't have a single grey hair when they met. Her heart thuds under his head, gradually coming down to a resting pace.]

Torturer's prerogative.

[aintyourdad]

You're usually the one giving orders around here.

[ Which is how they both like it, of course. Grey hair or not. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She does like it. There's no small amount of power in it, having the reins over that part of their relationship; it has to be that way, she thinks, to balance out his iron grip on the things they don't say out loud.

It's fine. She'll love him however he allows her to.

She lets out a long, satisfied breath into the crown of his head, and she teases:]

We could switch off, if you're starting to chafe. I could loom in the background while you could make all our connections.

[aintyourdad]

You do fine at the looming, but we both know I'm shit at the connections.

[ He snorts faintly. ]

I'd be out on my ass in less than a week.

[dog_eat_dog]

Hey, if you're the one giving orders, you'd be throwin' yourself out.

[It is funny to imagine, though. How long it'd take for him to give in and throw a punch, how quickly he'd get bored of some idiot's idea of banter. Not Tess, though. She has patience.]

[aintyourdad]

I might have to, before you killed me yourself.

[ His lips quirk faintly, though. He's joking. Probably. ]

You know I'd torpedo all your alliances.

[dog_eat_dog]

[A snort of a laugh.]

That’s true. That’s why you only get to talk to Donovan, Robert and Bill.

[aintyourdad]

Get to. I don't like any of those guys.

[ Grumble grumble. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[Would anything else out of his mouth make her as happy as that? Probably not. She could sustain herself forever on the feeling of being one of the only people he likes. Being special.]

Well, if you don't want to head out to Lincoln with me next week, you can just stay here.

[aintyourdad]

[ The noise Joel makes is incredulous, and he gives Tess an affectionate sort of pinch just to emphasize the point. ]

Don't be ridiculous.

[ No way does she leave the QZ alone, regardless of which asshole she's planning to meet.

Besides, Bill's always got good food. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She starts a little at the pinch, still grinning. She squeezes him gently with her thighs.]

You might not like him, but he likes you more than me, you know.

[aintyourdad]

Doesn't matter, Frank likes you enough for the both of them.

[ And everyone who knows them, knows that Frank usually gets his way in that relationship. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[A huff of a laugh.]

That’s why he’s the only alliance you’re not allowed to torpedo.