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unhesitating) wrote2017-08-01 11:05 pm
unhesitating) wrote2017-08-01 11:05 pm
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"Thankfully, I know how a voicemail works. I'll get back in touch when I get a moment."
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"Thankfully, I know how a voicemail works. I'll get back in touch when I get a moment."
text. whenever.
come over
text. obligatory whenever, wherever shakira reference.
[ let's not lie, zack owes her like at least ten. but you know what, he just likes pretending people will forget that he owes them sometimes. ]
over where
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( ain't no lie, baby. bye bye bye. )
where do you think?
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[ you're probably gonna start a fight. ]
a place that you happen to be in. not tracking you k so idk where that is.
[ and then not a second later: ]
your place, yeah?
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or is your social calendar too full for me now?
( you're lucky you're not within thwacking range yet, mr taylor. )
my place, yeah
i'll send you the address
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[ implying he wouldn't dodge out of the way, ms. hart you wound him. ]
be there in five literally
[ and he was not actually lying which is why she'll see him ninjaing through a window like it's nothing. #parkour skills ]
Sup.
[ said with a little wave causally as can be like he doesn't have his shirt half unbuttoned and didn't just come through the window like jesus christ zack ]
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it just feels normal. for them, anyway. )
Hey.
( if she sounds a little softer than usual, she's not saying why. at least not yet. )
You just gonna stand there, or what?
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if he registers that she sounds softer than normal he doesn't mention it. perhaps he's choosing to ignore it if he registers it. seems like the thing he should do.
wants to do really. ]
Depends, you gonna make me, or what?
[ the tone is mocking, but there's that undercurrent that makes it seem less cruel than it could be coming out of other people's mouths. ]
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( she probably does. zack's a pain in her ass, but he's a familiar pain in her ass. there's comfort in his predictability, in knowing how he'll react if she steps closer, if she tugs him by the unbuttoned lapels of his shirt with a strength that won't shock him. there's a hint of relief in the way her mouth presses against his.
no, she knows exactly what to expect if she chooses to do those things, which is why she does them. it's uncomplicated. )
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actually it's a bit of a surprise to remember that he's on her radar in a way he never used to be when he went to school and in a way that maybe without the rangers ( but with detention ) he still wouldn't be. it's a bit of a surprise to be reminded that hey she thinks he's a good enough kisser to kiss him. he's aware he is, but to her— that's something he doesn't dwell on.
instead his hands move to her hips to pick her up and place her feet on his. if he's going to be moving, he's going to do it in a way that he thinks might cheer her up beyond just doing this. ]
Magic words, princess.
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he feels good in a way she never really understands. he's sturdy and solid and real, unhesitatingly himself even without trying to be. a confidence that kimberly only attempts to pretend to be. his hands on her waist offer reassuring pressure, pulling her up a little closer into him, resting atop his feet as they move. )
The magic word's please, but you're no criminal...
( breakfast club references are how they do things, obviously. )
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he knows that she has balance because he remembers her cheering and remembers that— well, that was a while ago and before a lot of things. he's seen her train though, and knows that maybe second only to him he's got the best gymnastic ability. she won't fall even if he lets go but he wants to keep her here. she's here with him but if he lets go and looks away who's to say she won't flutter away like a flighty bird. she's— he knows she can run free if she want but he'd like to have her stay. stick by him ( and the others at home ) despite the loose connection. kim doesn't need protection but— that's not the point.
he starts to move forward toward her bed silently except for the sound of their breathing. the silence bugs him though and he can't stop himself: ]
I should have come less dressed.
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( talking means his mouth pulls away from hers, means she has to deal with his dumb jokes — the ones that make her smile despite herself, the ones that pull a wry laugh under her breath, the ones she likes so much even though she tries so hard not to let them get under her skin. it means she has to actually listen to the silence that's so heavy around them as he moves them backwards.
talking means the silence actually means something.
with a quiet groan, kimberly lets her hands slip up to curve over the line of his jaw, fingertips inching forward until they press against the soft crop of hair at the nape of his neck. it's enough of a touch to encourage his mouth back to hers, the capture of his lips a little more desperate this time around.
does she want him? yes. there's never been any question about that. but she doesn't want to have to think about it — or anything — right now. )
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[ using anything but kim seems like a good bed, allows this to have some distance. they're— friends or rangers or whatever but this isn't in the books. the handbook of whatever they're supposed to be so there needs to be that distance. still it's the last thing he says when he pulls away again before allowing her to fully capture his lips.
if kim is paying attention when her fingertips are pressing against the nape of his neck he doesn't— croon but some noise is swallowed up between them. he wants her to keep her hand there but he's not allowed to talk.
so he just continues to walk until he sees her bed behind her and he stops and lets go of her hips. it's perhaps a test to see what she wants him to do but also to just see what she'll do in general.
science. or something like it. ( respect, is what his mother would say. ) ]
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no, she doesn't offer him any kind of reaction, but she does swallow the trill that spills from between his lips at the press of her fingertips to his neck, a pleased hum in return as she presses a little more snugly against him. each reaction he gives makes her want to earn another, to see how well she can rile him into action.
the hum — and the pleased expression that's slipped across her face — stops as soon as his hands lift off her waist, a disgruntled huff echoing even as her gaze flicks up to his, brows furrowing just slightly. they're not talking, but it's clear from the way she waits, her own dissatisfaction rolling off in waves, that she wants more than just this closeness.
what are you waiting for, her lips pressed together scream out in the silence, impatient and demanding. )
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at her pursed lips though he finds himself almost wanting to back away not because he doesn't want this but just because he wants to see her tell him to get his ass back over to her to not leave her hanging because seriously zack. he doesn't though, he enjoys playing with fire but he's pretty sure she's a supernova that would straight up disintegrate him and he's not willing to run into that.
he does let out a small laugh before picking her up and just dropping her on the bed. there's a thought to just stay standing up looking at her on the bed but that would mean he couldn't touch her and— well she deserves more than that. it takes him a second on purpose to climb over her and to press his lips against hers while his hands move slide under her shirt.
he was waiting for nothing. but he'd like to not do all the work himself. ]
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( not quite enough, not yet, but it's a good start. it's better when her fingers curl against the hem of his shirt, tugging up and over his head in a swift, sharp motion. it pulls his hands away, but only for a moment, and then she's guiding him back, wrapping arms around his neck to drag him back that much closer.
it seems like the moment to say something, but there's nothing she can think of that she wants to say. i missed you is too... emotional. )
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once it's off and she guides his hands back he doesn't hesitate to lightly scratch her lower back. when her arms wrap around his neck he almost starts to nuzzle at her before stopping himself. it's a moment to say something or do something but— then again for them it's not. so he settles for something he feels like might remind them of what they're doing.
distraction. ]
Don't want to be on top, K?
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( which, to be fair, she didn't. she might be happy to let him pull her over, but not quite yet. right now, she's happy to feel his weight against her, the warmth of his breath ghosting over her neck and shoulders as he moves to press his mouth against the column of her throat. if she shivers a bit from the touch, it's not her fault. it's just a reaction. one impossible to control. )
Don't tease me.
( as if that's not her entire life. teasing and encouraging and occasionally begging a little bit, just to feel a little something. of all things, they share that desire — to get lost in sensation, to forget their own fears and worries and lives for a moment or two, to drown in something much more enjoyable for a short while. that's why she calls him. that's why he comes when she calls. )
text.
are
you
doing
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[ ZACK NO ]
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( that's her line. )
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[ stuff. ]
flirting
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i hate to break it to you but i don't think you're his type
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[ he half is but not like completely. ]
multitasking. multiple conversations at once
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anyway. )
you couldn't just have a normal conversation?
like, "oh hey, you're dating my friend
want to get a beer sometime?"
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maybe. ]
no???
look, pink. we're...i don't want this guy to hurt you okay. he's got to know that us rangers have each other's back. so if he makes you cry or anything, or makes you feel things that are stupid then i've got to be there to tell him that.
i'm going to ask about the beer in a bit. what do you take me for
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zack
( if he's mentally imagining the sounds of her sighing, he's not wrong. )
you don't have to threaten my dates to have my back, you know
but i bet jason would be proud of your dad vibe
he'd probably do the same thing
( high praise? probably. a touchy subject? also probably. her feelings are very complex and messy. let her live, ok? )
this probably isn't even game canon idgaf
are you busy?
( which may or may not be code for i'm bored and in a particularly willing to please kind of mood. play your cards right, mr taylor. )